An "Achtung Baby" Day

I went for a jog yesterday after work. Because that is what I now do. I don't know exactly when the proverbial switch flipped, but my body is going to thank my overworked brain one day for seeking therapy on the pavement.

And instead of the usual happy fun stuff, I went to the man I trust with the intimate stuff of life. I turned to Bono.

Now, as a relatively new athlete, I tend to do the walk/jog interval thing. With the jogging being in small spurts. But not yesterday. When "Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses?" started playing, I just flew around the block. And did not stop.

It was Monday's perfect song. Every day should have its own. And somehow, I'm both Bono and the girl he's singing to. Without singing to myself. I'm not completely schizophrenic. That would complicate things even further.



You're dangerous, 'cos you're honest.
You're dangerous, you don't know what you want.
Well you left my heart empty as a vacant lot
For any spirit to haunt.

You're an accident waiting to happen
You're a piece of glass left there on a beach.
Well you tell me things
I know you're not supposed to
Then you leave me just out of reach.

Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna drown in your blue sea?
Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee?

Well you stole it 'cos I needed the cash
And you killed it 'cos I needed revenge.
Well you lied to me 'cos I asked you to.
Baby, can we still be friends?

Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna drown in your blue sea?
Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee?

Ah, the deeper I spin
Ah, the hunter will sin for your ivory skin.
Took a drive in the dirty rain
To a place where the wind calls your name
Under the trees, the river laughing at you and me.
Hallelujah! Heaven's white rose
The doors you open I just can't close.

Don't turn around, don't turn around again.
Don't turn around your gypsy heart.
Don't turn around, don't turn around again.
Don't turn around, and don't look back.
Come on now love, don't you look back.

Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna drown in your blue sea?
Who's gonna taste your saltwater kisses?
Who's gonna take the place of me?
Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna tame the heart of thee?

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"Achtung Baby" is practically perfect in every way. Like Mary Poppins.