I cry

I haven't posted any songs on this blog yet, but it really makes sense that I do. Music helps me handle all my emotions, every feeling. I'd probably go crazy without it.

When I first heard this song, I was driving. I've never liked Kenny Chesney, and was prepared to change the channel, but the beginning was tender, so I paid attention.

By the time he'd finished the first chorus, I had to pull over to the side of the road. I couldn't stop my tears.

I'm not sure why this struck me , but I was overcome anyway. This is the kind of guy you always love, I thought to myself. This is going to be your life story:

some rough, honest, tender musician is going to steal every ounce of love you have, but he won't take care of you like you need. I couldn't get over the idea at first-

I kept thinking about how true it was; this is exactly the man I always fall for.

The lines are all so emotional, so raw. It's exactly that raw emotion that attracts me. I can't stand stuffiness, I'm not

all that much for flowers and candle dinners. But a man being honest, that's the most attractive thing I can think of.

And there's something about the pain, about the obvious baggage and roughness, that also grabs me.

He's been through a lot, he knows he's a drifter, he knows who he is, and he's not nescessarily even proud of it.

But it's him.

I really hope that somehow I'll find a man like this who won't want to go. Who will somehow stay and continue on in his wandering, pirate ways-only he'll let me join in.

I've never dreamed of having a man settle down and stop moving; I'd just want to hold his hand and take on his travels.

Still, every time I hear this song, I feel like crying.

Its one of the most beautiful songs I know.