Editor’s Note: Song lyrics denoted in bold italics.
So I decided to take things in a relatively modern direction with today’s tune! Are you surprised? Well, you know me — I do like to shake things up every now and again! As I always say, a classic is never a bad choice, but there’s something to be said for embracing the hip and happening!
Anyway, we were cleaning over the weekend and this song came on Pandora. I hadn’t heard it in awhile and forgot just how much I liked it a few years ago. It had the sort of sing-song-y melody that would quickly give way to a little toe tapping and finger snapping fun. It reminded me of the innocent days of the ’50s when teens would meet at record hops and dance late into the night. I mean, I’m pretty sure that was a thing back then — that’s the decade I’ve always thought I belonged in, at least.
And then, the song popped in my head again yesterday when I was writing to the future Mr. Melissa Blake and something just sort of…clicked? Yes, clicked is definitely the right word. Something just suddenly made sense…
Michael Buble’s “Haven’t Met You Yet”
From Crazy Love
That Mr. Buble — he’s a charming one, isn’t he? Filling my head with all sorts of notions and visions of rainbows and candy and unicorns flying on puffy white clouds. He makes me start to feel like anything is possible and that maybe — just maybe — nothing is ever truly out of reach for any of us.
I’m not surprised
Not everything lasts
I’ve broken my heart so many times
I stopped keepin’ track
Talk myself in
I talk myself out
I get all worked up
Then I let myself down
I’ll be the first to admit that I can get jaded sometimes. And really, in today’s world, that’s not such a hard thing to do. Heck, sometimes it gets to be so overwhelming that all you want to do is get under the covers for an extended long winter’s nap. Yes, I do have a pretty big tendency of getting myself all sorts of worked up when it comes to matters of the heart — maybe that’s just the curse of being human? — and I can over-analyze with the best of them. On second thought, I can over-analyze BETTER than the best of them! After all, it seems to just come naturally to me. Dare I say that I’ve got it down to an art and half the time, I don’t even know I’m doing it.
Of course, though, I tend to tire myself out to the point where I can’t even see straight. My head gets a-whirling and a-twirling and everything seems to be moving 100 miles a minute. It’s seriously that bad!
And I know someday that it’ll all turn out
You’ll make me work so we can work to work it out
And I promise you, kid, that I’ll give so much more than I get
I just haven’t met you yet
And then, like the clouds parting after a fierce storm, these words resonate in my soul. They make me feel better. They make me believe in love, in a world where there could be something as unrealistic as The One. Swiftly enough, my jaded edges are made smooth. I believe in love, sure, but these words make me feel like it’s actually possible, you know? Maybe this whole world isn’t just some twisted cosmic joke played on the love lorn.
I might have to wait
I’ll never give up
I guess it’s half timing
And the other half’s luck
Wherever you are
Whenever it’s right
You come out of nowhere and into my
Some people might not agree, but I like the idea that The One could pop up when you least expect it. He could be the guy I walk past in the grocery store. He could be the person sitting next to me on the bus. He could even be the waiter at the random restaurant you go to on a whim. The whole point is that even though you don’t see him now, that doesn’t mean he’s not out there. It just means you haven’t met him yet.
That’s really a beautiful thing when you think about it, isn’t it? Maybe in the end, that’s how love should be. A beautiful, surprising journey. Thanks, Mr. Buble!! xoxo