She believes, even when I don’t
This song has been running thru my head over and over the last week. I used to sing it all the time, but it has kind of faded, maybe with my marriage, I don’t know. With the blog I wrote on what I love about women, maybe the responses from so many brought it back, even tho your support is virtual, rather than cryin beside me in bed. Does greater awareness bring greater ache, longing, greater emptiness? I used to sing a long slow, drowsy version of this. The sentiment and longing feel so raw and real to me.
She Believes in Me
(sung by Kenny Rogers, written by Steve Gibb)
While she lays sleeping,
I stay out late at night and play my songs
And sometimes all the nights can be so long
And its good when I finally make it home,
all alone
While she lays dreaming,
I try to get undressed without the light
And quietly she says, how was your night?
And I come to her and say, it was all right,
and I hold her tight
Chorus:
And she believes in me,
Ill never know just what she sees in me
I told her someday if she was my girl,
I could change the world
with my little songs,
I was wrong
But she has faith in me,
and so I go on trying faithfully
And who knows maybe
on some special night,
if my song is right
I will find a way,
find a way…
While she lays waiting,
I stumble to the kitchen for a bite
Then I see my old guitar in the night
just waiting for me like a secret friend,
and theres no end
while she lays crying,
I fumble with a melody or two
And Im torn between the things that I should do
And she says to wake her up when I am through,
God her love is true…
Chorus
while she waits
while she waits
for me!