When I reach Out
When my world falls down around me,
And the ground is sinking sand;
When peace can't be found on this
earth,
I reach out for your hand.
Then when your hand wraps 'round my own,
A strength pours from your soul;
It brings me to a quiet calm,
Till once again I'm whole.
A peace beyond all reason,
A rest there in your
touch;
Something in your quiet words,
My heart yearns for so much.
If I but rest my worries,
Upon your
shoulder there;
The strength that pours forth from your soul,
Will wash away each care.
Like a cool, sweet
taste of water,
For a tired and thirsty girl;
My heart finds peace, my soul is calm,
When I reach out for your
hand.
Long ago and far away,
In a land that time forgot,
Before
the days of Dylan,
Or the dawn of Camelot.
There lived a race of innocents,
And they were you and me,
Long ago
and far away
In the Land That Made Me Me.
Oh, there was truth and goodness
In that land where we were born,
Where
navels were for oranges,
And Peyton Place was porn.
For Ike was in the White
House,
And Hoss was on TV,
And God was in His heaven
In
the Land That Made Me Me.
We learned to gut a muffler,
We washed our hair at dawn,
We spread our crinolines to
dry
In circles on the lawn.
And they could hear us coming
All the way to Tennessee,
All starched and sprayed and
rumbling
In the Land That Made Me
Me.
We longed for love and romance,
And waited for the prince,
And Eddie Fisher married Liz,
And no one's seen him since.
We danced to "Little Darlin',
And
Sang to "Stagger Lee"
And cried for Buddy Holly
In the Land That Made Me Me.
Only girls wore earrings then,
And three was one too many,
And
only boys wore flat-top cuts,
Except for Jean McKinney.
And only in our wildest dreams
Did we expect to see
A
boy named George, with Lipstick
In the Land That Made Me Me.
We fell for Frankie Avalon,
Annette was oh, so nice,
And when they made a movie,
They never
made it twice.
We didn't have a Star Trek five
Or Rockey-Rambo Twenty
In the Land that made Me Me.
Miss kitty had a heart of gold,
And
Chester had a limp,
And Reagan was a Democrat
Whose co-star was a chimp
We had a Mr. Wizard,
But not a Mr. T,
And
Oprah couldn't talk yet.,
In the Land That Made Me Me.
We had our share of heroes,
We never thought they'd go,
At
least not Bobby Darin, Or Marilyn
Monroe.
For youth was still eternal,
And life was
yet to be,
And Elvis was forever,
In the Land That Made Me Me.
We'd never seen the rock band
That was Grateful
to be Dead,
And Airplanes weren't named
Jefferson,
And Zeppelins weren't Led.
And the Beatles lived in gardens then,
And Monkees in a tree,
Madonna was a virgin
In the Land That Made Me Me.
We'd
never heard of Microwaves,
Or telephones in cars,
And babies might be bottle-fed,
But they weren't grown in jars.
And
pumping iron got wrinkles out,
And "gay" meant fancy-free,
And dorms were never coed
In the Land That Made Me Me,
We
hadn't seen enough of jets
To talk about the lag,
And microchips were what was left at
The bottom of the bag.
And
Hardware was a box of nails,
And bytes came from a flea,
And rocket ships were fiction
In the Land That Made Me Me.
Buicks
came with portholes,
And side show came with freaks,
And bathing suits came big enough
To cover both your cheeks.
And
Coke came just in bottles,
And skirts came to the knee,
And Castro came to power
In the Land That Made Me Me.
We
had no Crest with Fluoride,
We had no Hill Street Blues
We all wore superstructure bras
Designed by Howard Hughes.
We had no patterned pantyhose
Or Lipton herbal tea
Or prime-time
ads for condoms
In the Land That Made Me Me.
There were no golden arches,
No Perriers to chill,
And fish were
not called Wanda,
And cats were not called Bill.
And middle-aged was
thirty-five
And old was forty-three,
And
ancient were our parents
In the Land That Made Me Me.
But all things have a season,
Or so we've heard them say,
And
now instead of Maybelline
We swear by Retin-A.
And they send us invitations
To join AARP,
We've come a long way,
baby,
From the Land That Made Me Me.
So now we face a brave new world
In slightly larger jeans,
And wonder
why they're using
Smaller print in magazines.
And we tell our children's children
Of the way it used to be,
Long
ago, and far away
In the Land That Made Me Me.
--Author unknown
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