Every once in awhile you hear a song that stops you in your tracks. This song does it every time I hear it… every damn time!

I’m not sure when Rodney Crowell first entered my awareness. I mean he has been bouncing around in there for decades… Hell he’s been in my Facebook feed for as long as I can remember. But this song… this video particularly… touched something in my psyche. When I first caught it last year in my YouTube feed I ended up playing it through multiple times… over and over. I’ve revisited it often in the months since. Hell, I’ve probably worn out my welcome with a number of my family members since I’ve played for every one of them at least once.

That set me on a journey of discovery. I wanted to know everything I could about Rodney Crowell. Over the past year I’ve listened to every song of his I could find. Listened to interviews.. Studied his lyrics.. Read his books.. Discovered how closely our early histories coincided, just a few years and a few miles apart. Learned to recognize his voice.. even in the background. And in all that time, it’s still this song that stops me cold when I hear it…

Enjoy…

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It's like I'm sitting at a bus stop waiting for a train 
Exactly how I got here is hard to explain 
My heart's in the right place, what's left of it I guess 
My heart ain't the problem, it's my mind that's a total mess 
With these rickety old legs and watery eyes 
It's hard to believe that I could pass for anybody's prize 
Here's what I know about the gifts that God gave 
You can't take 'em with you when you go to the grave 

It ain't over yet, ask someone who ought to know 
Not so very long ago we were both hung out to dry 
It ain't over yet, you can mark my word 
I don't care what you think you heard, we're still learning how to fly 
It ain't over yet

Rodney Crowell