K.C. Frogge: Music
Dear Amanda
(K.C. Frogge)
April 10, 2004
Music and Lyrics by K.C. Frogge
Coincidences weave through us all our lives. One rainy afternoon, I found a beautiful greeting card on the sidewalk in San Francisco and, unable to locate the card's owner to return it, decided to let curiosity open it... a long-lost friend was looking for Amanda and hoped that past differences could be buried and forgotten and a friendship rekindled. During that very same time frame, my dear best friend from high school and I hadn't been in contact with one another for several years. A week after I'd written this song, partially with her long-lost friendship also in mind, I received an e-mail hello out of the blue from her. We have since re-established our delightful friendship and are often in touch with one another... we even get to see one another sometimes since she is often in the bay area for her occupation. We both grew up and went to high school in Missouri, having known one another since we were 15 and sophomores in art classes. Thanks, Sioux, for your spirit floating around in my head all these years and giving extra life to this song!
Stepped into a misty, cold, and graying sky
ten minutes left to call my own, the hour flew right by.
From leisure to reality,
it was time to make my way
back to earn some coin to burn
but my eye caught something laying
On the pavement, glistening cold and damp with rain...
a tranquil picture on the front,
with a footprint as a stain.
Was it an overture rejected, or a cherished moment lost?
I couldn't guess no more or less,
so I picked it up and saw
The card read, "Dear Amanda, I hope you are okay...
I've been trying hard to reach you,
will you call me back someday?
Has it been just a decade
or a hundred years ago?
It all seems kind of faded,
time moves fast but I can't slow.
It doesn't matter much now that time has watched us grow...
Dear Amanda, you are missed, more than you'll ever know.
In my hand, that magic paper time machine
transported me back to a place where all the slates were clean...
long before philosophies and chances shaped our lives,
we were drenched in youth, so bulletproof
and brazen in disguise.
How do memories torn apart begin to mend?
Were words exchanged or just withheld
too often from a friend?
Ports of call so different,
yet the language still the same...
and as I re-read just what it said,
it was me except the name.
The card read, "Dear Amanda, I hope you are okay...
I've been trying hard to reach you,
will you call me back someday?
Has it been just a decade
or a hundred years ago?
It all seems kind of faded,
tiem moves fast but I can't slow."
I hoped that dear Amanda read it all from start to end,
and before she threw it down or lost it, some of it sank in.
Sometimes it takes a lifetime looking forward, eyes wide open
to the day when we all understand our past.
Searchlights pointed inward, like candles in the dark
reveal still waters running deep where rapids once rushed fast.
The hands of time, they always seem to wave goodbye...
a day becomes a week, becomes a year, becomes a life.
We may forget with whom we laugh,
but never when we weep...
and of all the treasures we collect, a few we get to keep.
The card read, "Dear Amanda, I hope you are okay...
I've been trying hard to reach you, will you call me back someday?
It will only take a moment to say what should be spoken,
and just the start of fixing all the things that have been broken."
I hoped that dear Amanda read it all from start to end,
and before she threw it down or lost it, some of it sank in.
Has it been just a decade or a hundred years ago?
It all seems kind of faded, time moves fast and I can't slow.
Dear Amanda, I hope you are okay...