I don't know why it should be so hard Giving up this circle dance Worn out steps from long ago Don't give love a chance
It's a bitter heirloom handed down These twisted parts we play I'm not her and you're not him Just comes out that way
Can't go back to make things right Though I wish I'd understood Time has made things clearer now We did the best we could
I'll be home soon, That's what you'd say And a little kid believes After a while I learned that love Must be a thing that leaves
I tried so hard just to hold you near Was as good as I could be Even when I had you here You stayed so far from me
Can't go back to make things right Though I wish I'd understood Time has made things clearer now You did the best you could
Now that this has occured to me But I wanted you to know I've been too faithful all my life It's time to let you go
Oohh... Oohh... Ohh...
Time has made things clearer now
It's time to let you go Time... to let you... go
-Circle Dance, by Bonnie Raitt (CD: Longing in Their Hearts)
Natalie placed her last possession into the trunk of her car. Glancing up at the house, tears welled up in her eyes. It'd been 2 days since her outburst... and Nick had stayed far from her since.
She would have understood if he was angry - if he'd thrown a few hits of his own, if he'd punished her for what she'd done to him... at least anger was an emotion she was used to, coming from him. An emotion she could deal with. But instead... Nick almost seemed distant - mentally. He just wasn't there. He seemed to have a million and one things on his mind, and he hadn't uttered a word - not only to her, but to anybody - since "the" night.
If only she could read his mind, his thoughts, his feelings... if only he'd tell her them... but he didn't. In order to deal with that, Natalie told herself that she didn't care. But when she was truly honest with herself - when she would step from her abnegation for just a moment - she admitted, to herself, that she really did. She cared to the point of it hurting.
...The trouble understand, Is she's got reasons he don't Funny how he couldn't see at all, Until she grabbed up her coat And she goes
She's been here too few years To take it all in stride But still it's much too long To let hurt go (You let her go)
And we always say, It would be good to go away someday But if there's nothing there to make things change If it's the same for you I'll just hang The same for you, I'll always hang
Well, I always say, it would be good to go away But if things don't work out like we think And there's nothing there to ease this ache But if there's nothing there to make things change If it's the same for you I'll just hang
-Hang, by Matchbox 20 (CD: Yourself or Someone Like You)
Nick watched her car pull from the driveway, before jetting down the road, off of their street... and out of his life. Tears welled in his eyes as he realized everything that'd happened. He loved her, still, more than life itself, but he'd taken his anger, with anything and everything, out on her... and never showed her just how much he cared.
He also noticed that he'd given up his one change at making it up to her. After she'd finished packing up her car, she'd come inside to get her purse, and they'd run into each other in the hallway. Nick had stood there, staring down at her, and Natalie had stood frozen, staring up at him. But neither had said anything, and as fast as the moment had come, it had gone. She'd finally moved around him and into the kitchen, grabbing her purse and leaving.
If only he'd pulled her into his arms and held her, if only he'd said three simple - yet so difficult - words, he knew she'd still be there with him now. But it was too late.
I think I've already lost you I think you're already gone I think I'm finally scared now You think I'm weak - I think you're wrong
I think you're already leaving Feels like your hand is on the door...
...If you're gone - maybe it's time to come home There's an awful lot of breathing room But I can hardly move If you're gone - baby, you need to come home There's a little bit of something me In everything in you
I bet you're hard to get over I bet the room just won't shine I bet my hands I can stay here And I bet you need - more than you mind...
...If you're gone - maybe it's time to come home There's an awful lot of breathing room But I can hardly move If you're gone - baby you need to come home There's a little bit of something me In everything in you...
-If You're Gone, by Matchbox 20 (CD: Mad Season)
