What I’m listening to right now.
Cat Stevens, “Miles From Nowhere.”
This song always makes me think of long walks (really long walks) through the Arcata Bottoms (out along Lanphere Road, where my step-father’s house was), in the rain, in about 1979.
Lyrics.
Miles from nowhere
I guess Ill take my time
Oh yeah, to reach thereLook up at the mountain
I have to climb
Oh yeah, to reach there.Lord my body has been a good friend
But I wont need it when I reach the endMiles from nowhere
Guess Ill take my time
Oh yeah, to reach thereI creep through the valleys
And I grope through the woods
cause I know when I find it my honey
Its gonna make me feel goodI love everything
So dont it make you feel sad
cause Ill drink to you, my baby
Ill think to that, Ill think to that.Miles from nowhere
Not a soul in sight
Oh yeah, but its alrightI have my freedom
I can make my own rules
Oh yeah, the ones that I chooseLord my body has been a good friend
But I wont need it when I reach the endMiles from nowhere
Guess Ill take my time
Oh yeah, to reach there.