"And I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high
So won't you try to come?"
-"Come Away With Me", Norah Jones

Norah Jones always makes me think of smoky bars, y'know, those bars you see in the twenties or forties where there'll be a sexy singer singing on the stage while the band plays in the background as she croons with a husky voice into the microphone.

And then it makes me envision this guy sitting in the audience, star-struck and desiring to be this singer's friend, and then somewhere down the road they develop a romance in about a 135 minutes, like Moulin Rouge.

Bah.
Too many love stories and movies this last week coupled with happy thoughts and silly grins.

Need to snap out of it...

"and if you could strum your electric guitar,
take me away from here,
play me our song one more time,
sing to me of star-struck lovers and of star-lit skies clear."

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