You know what’s wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You’re chicken. You’ve got no guts. You’re afraid to stick out your chin and say, “Okay, life’s a fact.” People do fall in love. People do belong to each other—because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness. You call yourself a free spirit, a “wild thing,” and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in that cage, you built it yourself. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land—it’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.
I remembered this song, this morning. Hadn’t listened to it for a year, or so.
I didn’t love the movie…
but it always does remind me of this one girl I’ve known and loved, as a friend—I have no appetite, nor talent for chasing.
There’s a lot of truth to that last scene: Wherever you go, there you are.
But I’ve always loved the song.
Not so much this version:
But the classic, Mancini and Mercer:
I love it like Mr. Big loves it, but without the help of nostalgia or real memories…
I love to sing it to myself when I’m biking and it comes up in my silly head once a year, like clockwork. It came up this morning.
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