You Win, Surprise Truck

Well, that didn't take long. The Surprise Truck claimed its victim/target and now others (not me--I'm nearly just a spectator; a witness however blind to this hit and run) are left to clean up the carnage.

Some day I'll do a blog on Misappropriated Songs, like the Republicans with Born in the USA and anyone who still thinks Every Breath You Take is a love song.

And so with this one. Pay attention to the lyrics, people. This is not a song for Grandma in heaven*. Not unless Grandma was a very, very unhappy woman.

But it is appropriate here. For the Surprise Truck. For everybody who has ever been in a stark, cold hotel room and knows the thoughts that pass through your head and why it's dangerous to dwell on them.

Angel. Sara McLachlan.

There's always some reason to feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day....
It don't make no difference; escape it one last time.
It's easier to believe in this sweet madness--
oh, this glorious sadness [that brought you to your knees].

* Yeah, I'm aware of the "made for movie" aspect of the song.