Just bear with another song-posting.

After all, each one of us have soundtracks for every single little thing that strike the chords of our nerves.



Mine happens to be the song that you can see below.

Upon reading the lyrics, you can see to whom the song will likely appeal to, although songs are not meant to be bound by some frames of preferences, yet some people can’t help feeling certain kind of attachment whenever they come across a song like this.



Without further due, I present to you, Carole King in her frank utterances of So Far Away.





So far away

Doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore?

It would be so fine to see your face at my door

Doesn’t help to know

You’re just



Time away

Long ago I reached for you

And there you stood

Holding you again could do me good

How I wish I could

But you’re so far away



One more song about moving along the highway

Can’t say much of anything that’s new

If I could only work this life out my way

I’d rather spend it

Being close to you



But you’re so far away

Doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore?

It would be so fine to see your face at my door

Doesn’t help to know

You’re so far away



Travelling around sure gets me down and lonely

Nothing else to do but close my mind

I sure hope the road don’t come to own me

But there’s so many dreams I’ve yet to find.





To those who have experienced being one trapped in moments of unreachable destination.

To those who have been going through along endless roads of waits and impatience.

To those who have endured the meaning of moments in abstinence.

To those who have embarked on certainties of longingness.



I salute you all, I present the song above.



Especially to you, T.