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Cinderella Would Have Known What I Mean


Artist: Deborah Fisch
Artist's Description
This is a story of an past encounter and the questions that remain.

Genre(s): Country, Easy Listening
Mood(s): Thoughtful
Style(s): Ballad
Language(s): English
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Cinderella Would Have Known What I Mean

By Deborah Fisch
Cinderella would have known

A typical meeting
I served you a beer
with my mind on a schooner off sailing
Your smile and your kind eyes said,
"Slow down. And tell me, dear girl,
how you're ailing?"

Something clicked
and I knew we'd be friends
Don't know why
but some people just blend
like the wind with the ocean

A sea full of troubles
I splashed on your mind
And in time, you helped me forget them
Days of laughter and loving
and feeling reborn
Special days
I was never to regret them

You were my fantasy
but I craved for reality
I knew that I had to go home

Cinderella would have known what I mean
Leaving part of me back at the scene of the crime
But was the crime in the leaving
Or in the staying
She's not saying

A traveler always seems saner to me
Aloof and alive, no commitments
On the road moving on
Never staying too long
No time to develop resentments







Loose and free
On a fling for a while
Hanging out in your own choice of style
Cool and breezy
On top of it all

But even ships meant for voyage
must come back to dock
To tell you the time of your growing,
adventures and memories will serve as a clock
to tell you the hour of going
Going home
Where we all want to go

Cinderella would have known what I mean
Leaving part of me back at the scene of the crime
But was the crime in the leaving
Or in the staying
She's not saying

A passing encounter
enriches the lives of two strangers
What can it mean?
What come of it all?
Was I testing my strength?
Did I rise just to fall?

I was learning of faith and believing
To be constant without deceiving myself
or those I pass life with
It's a battle that's fought on home soil
Not a question of coming or going

You came
and we met
And we learned from ourselves
And in parting
we walk away knowing
that moments are teachers
we can touch and be touched by

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