I suppose it's the demographic I'm traveling with -- but there's an epidemic of Midlife Re-Invention going around.
Embracing change.
Running with it.
This song celebrates it.
Most of my songs take weeks (and sometimes years) of writing and rewriting, but Somebody Else was one of those gifts from the Muses that landed in my lap pretty much complete. A rare, welcome treat for me.
I tend to sing this song too loud and too hard -- but I am a also work in progress.
Somebody Else
words and music © Erin Coombs Friedman
Not long ago
She kept her voice low
Kept her rhymes in the pocket of her jeans
Then she fell through the looking-glass
And now she’s looking back
At someone she’s never really seen
She used to be Somebody Else
She used to keep her secrets to herself
She, she used to be
Somebody Else
In the mirror
Stares a frightened deer
Caught in the glare of the high beams
She’ll face her fear and stand her ground
Because she likes the sound
Of thunder and the charge of the lightning
She used to be Somebody Else
She used to keep her secrets to herself
She, she used to be
Somebody Else
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