"Gee, it's great after bein' out late
Walkin' my baby back home
Arm in arm over meadow and farm
Walkin' my baby back home"
I never miss a chance to walk her home. Every time she leaves my place, I put on my coat and I walk her back to her door. No matter the time nor the weather.
Sometimes she protests, "But its still early! I'll be fine."
"I need the exercise", I explain.
I tell her that her neighborhood is not the safest. I tell her that I enjoy the stroll.
None of those are lies but none of those are the truth either.
I do it because I still can. One day it would no longer be my place to walk her home. That pleasure will belong to someone else.
But every night that I walk her home, I am Maximus when I take that solitary journey back home. I've won the battle that day and the reward was the extra 10 minutes with her.
James Taylor's version of that song is one of my favorites. It sounds so upbeat when he sings it. It doesn't when I do.
Walkin' my baby back home
Arm in arm over meadow and farm
Walkin' my baby back home"
I never miss a chance to walk her home. Every time she leaves my place, I put on my coat and I walk her back to her door. No matter the time nor the weather.
Sometimes she protests, "But its still early! I'll be fine."
"I need the exercise", I explain.
I tell her that her neighborhood is not the safest. I tell her that I enjoy the stroll.
None of those are lies but none of those are the truth either.
I do it because I still can. One day it would no longer be my place to walk her home. That pleasure will belong to someone else.
But every night that I walk her home, I am Maximus when I take that solitary journey back home. I've won the battle that day and the reward was the extra 10 minutes with her.
James Taylor's version of that song is one of my favorites. It sounds so upbeat when he sings it. It doesn't when I do.
