Blessed Mess of Love

I love old, well broken-in baseball gloves.  To me, authentic love and friendship are akin to them.  The real stuff is in the nitty-gritty.   

"Blessed Mess of Love"

Instrumentation: guitar, electric guitar

The words of love fade with time

'Til all that's left are your hands

Then one day you realize

That my hands hold you up, and your hands hold me up 

Better than the words we used before

Throw the rhymes out the window

Using love's four hands

Make some room for dancing feet

Kicking up dust, it's the blessed mess of love

Like a broken-in baseball glove

The lights of love fade with time

'Til all that's left is a soft glow

Then one day you realize

That the light of dusk or dawn with just the right song

Reveals all that needs to be shown

Let the lights go down

Spin that old record around

Make some room for dancing feet

Kicking up dust, it's the blessed mess of love

Like a broken-in baseball glove