John Hiatt's hymn to grief

I know there is some permission you ask of the publisher of copyrighted material before you use without permission, but I am ignoring the rule. This probably won't be the last time. But I do give credit where credit is due. God gifted John Hiatt with a sorrowful heart. I do not know the sorrow that prompted him to pen these words. I know what made me think of them, though.

Thirty three years ago and then some, Marcia Trimble was murdered in my little neighborhood. Friday, June 7, her killer was indicted. Now new tears can flow.




Thirty Years of Tears

Is this a place I can rest my poor head
To gather my thoughts in sweet silence
Is this a place where the feelings aren't dead
From an overexposure to violence And is
this a place I can slowly face
The only one I truly can know
These are tears from a long time ago
I got these tears from a long time ago
I need to cry 30 years or so
These are tears from a long time ago
Oh Darling, oh darling, say unto me
Where have you been all my lifetime
Well I have been swimmin' the seven sad seas
Fair women have thrown me their lifelines
And I just pulled them on to the water's dark grin
I'd have warned 'em but I didn't know
These are tears from a long time ago
I've got these tears from a long time ago
I need to cry 30 years or so
These are tears from a long time ago

Well, I've cried me a river, I've cried me a lake
I've cried till the past nearly drowned me
Tears for sad consequences Tears for mistakes
But never these tears that surround me
Alone in this place with a lifetime to trace
And a heartbeat that tells me it's so
I've got these tears from a long time ago
These are tears from a long time ago
And I need to cry 30 years or so
These are tears from a long time ago
These are tears from a long time ago
I've got these tears from a long time ago