She’s a good girl...

She’s a good girl, loves her mama
Loves Jesus and America too,
She’s a good girl, crazy ’bout Elvis
Loves horses and her boyfriend too…

But who knows what love is. Is it just being caring about someone? How is it different from trying to love or immaturely in love or habitual love? Is it any different?

It’s a long day living in reseda
There’s a freeway runnin’ through the yard,
And I’m a bad boy ’cause I don’t even miss her
I’m a bad boy for breakin her heart…

Who knows what love is. Is it thinking about her at early dawn? But is thinking about a person ‘love’? But do I really miss her? Does thinking mean ‘missing’ someone? I bet it is, otherwise I won’t be spending more than half of my life thinking about people I love. But somehow this one doesn’t come across. Can anyone be free and in love at the same time? And still stay happy? By happy I mean ‘content’ happiness. And I’m a bad boy ’cause I don’t even miss her?? Or is she too deep down my inside to be missed? Heard this one before “Habits Die Hard!”

And I’m free, free fallin’…

All the vampires walkin’ through the valley

Move west down ventura boulevard,

And all the bad boys are standing in the shadows

All the good girls are home with broken hearts…

Does protecting her mean ‘loving’? Is that love enough? Or I should rephrase, thinking about protecting her. From this far. But again, is thinking ‘missing’?

And I’m free, free fallin’…

I wanna glide down over mulholland
I wanna write her name in the sky,
Gonna free fall out into nothin’
Gonna leave this world for a while…

Is wanting to do something for her that no one has done so far ‘love’? But haven’t I done that enough already? Is it ‘enough’ ever? Again, thinking about doing lots, but failing. Does that count in ‘love’?

And I’m free, free fallin’…