I played last night in Arlington the Regent, it was packed and primed there was a pretty young lady sittin’ in the front row she wore cornflower blue jeans and white and every time I caught a glance from her I thought if just by chance, for sure I’d meet that girl and I would ask her name but I turned it into words to say another song and place to play a smile I will remember just the same just the same I bought a new guitar at the Northern Lights in Littleton I played it at the Alley that same night the strings melted like butter on slice of Anadama that I had that afternoon It was sheer delight and every time I played another note or played another song I wrote the flavors just rolled gently off my hands the crowd was cheering silently afraid to break the bond that we were building as the melodies began they clapped their hands they clapped their hands there’s a place they call the Higher Ground on Williston in Burlington I spent a weekend or day there once or twice the crowds there seem to fancy me all lookin’ for a song to sing to rest their weary minds In paradise there’s a comfort and a harmony that wraps around this heart in me and holds me like a story that still tells of every place I’ve ever been before the lives I loved and missed and more and every one still seems to wish me well wish me well wish me well I found a distant, reminiscent line in a poem that was penned before I’d ever put a word or thought to rhyme and when I played at the Dream Away in Becket for a weekend stay I changed my song and sang those words the time that all my friends in intimate comradery and all the people that surrounded me with love and words that fell they forgave my hesitant complexity overwhelmed me with attentive revelry They made me realize that life is meant to be Lived Life is meant to be lived Lived.