Sitting, waiting, whishing - Jack Johnson

El viejo prematuro de regreso.
Ponerme a decir frases filosóficas parece inevitable, claro que la mayoría son idioteces demasiado repasadas, pero alguna me salió bonita... eso de que la felicidad es un lugar tranquilo... que vejez che...
Talvez esta canción es para mi, como poner algo de lo nuevo de Julieta Venegas, no la canto yo, me la cantan a mi, es que nunca fuiste una canción.
Ya empieza el regreso y hay que ir rehaciendo maletas, ya extraño el olor del hogar y el frío de las calles, no de los aires. Todo cambia cuando lo ves de lejos, todo parece ser mejor y más amable, todo parece ser mejor de lo que es.
Como yo, de lejos.

Learning loving somebody
Don’t make them love you
Must I always be waiting, waiting on you?
Must I always be playing, playing your fool?

I sang your songs I danced your dance
I gave your friends all a chance
But putting up with them
Wasn’t worth never having you
Maybe you’ve been through this before
But it’s my first time so please ignore
The next few lines because they’re directed at you
I can’t always be waiting, waiting on you
I can’t always be playing, playing your fool

I keep playing your part
But it’s not my scene
Want this plot to twist
I’ve had enough mystery
You keep building it up
But then you’re shooting me down
But I’m already down
Just wait a minute
Just sitting, waiting
Just wait a minute
Just sitting, waiting

Well if I was in your position
I’d put down all my ammunition
I’d wonder why it had taken me so long
But lord knows that I’m not you
And if I was I wouldn’t be so cruel
Because waiting on love
Ain’t so easy to do
Must I always be waiting, waiting on you?
Must I always be playing, playing your fool?