Where does love come from? When I was a child, love came easy. When I was a young girl, I left my home. Can you buy it with money? Cause now that I'm a woman and in my prime. Can you buy it with money? Now that I'm a woman and in my prime. Where does love comes from? (Where does love comes from?) (Where does love comes from?) (Where does love comes from?) (Where does love comes from?) (Where does love comes from?) (Where does love comes from?) (Where does love comes from?) (Where does love comes from?) (Where does love comes from?) (Where does love comes from?)
That was my waking thought yesterday morning. Specifically, what makes two people fall in love? Is it timing, chemistry, fate, luck or some combination of all? What makes two people click? How does that happen? And why isn't it happening to me?
I haven't been in love in a long long time. I miss feeling that connection, that bond. Having a history and shorthand. Knowing that someone has your back. The sharing. The feeling that two hearts do beat as one. You and me against the world. This world can be a cruel lonely place and for a change it would be nice not be all alone in it.
Today's pity party song is, appropriately enough, "Where Does Love Come From" by Gail Davies.
All I did was smile, and they gave it freely.
Everything I wanted was mine alone.
I didn't need to know where love came from.
I took a lot of chances, living on my own.
Making love was just a game I played for fun.
Don't you know I didn't care where love came from?
Is it cheaper than talk?
Bees steal for their honey.
Can you squeeze it from a rock?
Giving in, giving up,
Turning cold, then it's hot.
Is it something that just happens,
Or something I ain't got?
I'm standing here with none, Lord, and I don't know why.
But I wanna know the answer when all is said and done:
Does anybody know where love comes from?
Is it cheaper than talk?
Bees steal for their honey.
Can you squeeze it from a rock?
Giving in, giving up,
Turning cold, then it's hot.
Is it something that just happens,
Or something I ain't got?
I'm standing here with none, Lord, and I don't know why.
But I wanna know the answer when all is said and done:
Does anybody know where love comes from?
From the people that you meet.
From the beggar on the street.
From the stranger in the dark.
From the middle of the heart.
From the child upon your knee.
From the little scented pea.
From the spirit in the sky.
Ooh, tell me why, tell me why, tell me why?
From the stranger in the dark.
From the middle of the heart.
From the middle of the heart.
From the middle of the heart.
From the middle of the heart.
From the middle of the heart.
