Page 8 of Feuds and Interludes
She’ll greet you with a smile
And when you’re feelin’ low, they said
She’ll tell you stay awhile
And the stars always shine upon her
Ain’t no one make you feel finer
Lemon sun drops all around her
Ain’t no way you’ll ever forget her
My love dressed in paisley
Come away with me maybe
What is it about he
Why won’t you choose me?
Go up to the canyon, I did
She greeted me with a smile
She knew someday I’d go
She begged me to stay awhile
But his star shines bright for her
Ain’t no one makes her feel finer
I could orbit all around her
But then I would regret her
My love dressed in paisley
Come away with me maybe
What is it about he
Why don’t you choose me?”
As the song finished, as the applause and shouts from the audience filled the arena, I stared at Bruce, dumbfounded.
He smiled back at me as though to say, “I’m sorry you found out like this, but I’m not sorry.”
This was one of my favorite songs to play. Ever. And when it was over, I could barely breathe. It wasn’t my asthma, though. More like all of the oxygen had been eaten up by the sheer emotional weight of the evening.
John Boone had touched so many people with his music and had forever changed the lives of those around him, both in good ways and ways that broke hearts. I never imagined that one of those hearts might have been his best friend’s.
Whether I wanted to or not, I had to know.
Bruce put his arm around me and pulled me into a hug, squeezing me tight.“Thank you for sharing that with me,” he said in my ear. “I’m sure you’ll have questions, but not here, not now.”
And then he was gone, shaking hands and back slapping with everyone offstage.
