Sommige liedjes zijn als ouwe vrienden die je toevallig tegenkomt. Dat je ineens ziet wat je toen niet zag. Hoe het zat in die tijd. Hoe je was.
"Dat ik dat toen niet zag."
Dan sla je elkaar op de schouder en neemt nog een slok.

Dit is er één van. Destijds zong ik altijd mee in een soort van brabbel Engels, maar vandaag snap ik wat ze zingt.
En dat valt allengs niet tegen.

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"Me, I'm a part of your circle of friends
and we notice you don't come around
Me, I think it all depends
on you touching ground with us.
But, I quit. I give up.
Nothing's good enough for anybody else
it seems.
And I quit. I give up.
Nothing's good enough for anybody else
it seems.

And being alone
is the best way to be.
When I'm by myself it's
the best way to be.
When I'm all alone it's
the best way to be.
When I'm by myself
nobody else can say goodbye.

Everything is temporary anyway.
When the streets are wet --
the colors slip into the sky.
But I don't know why that means you and I are
- that means you and....
I quit -- I give up.
Nothin's good enough for anybody else it seems.
But I quit. I give up.
Nothing's good enough for anybody else it seems.

And being alone
is the best way to be.
When I'm by myself it's
the best way to be.
When I'm all alone it's
the best way to be.
When I'm by myself
nobody else can say...

Me, I'm a part of your circle of friends
and we notice you don't come around."

Edie Brickell & New Bohemians Circle