Standing Still

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Confession time.

There are a ton of female singers out there who really catch my ear. I was in a store the other day and Anne Murray was playing over the loudspeakers and I said to the late teen girl checking out my groceries that 'I love this song.'

She crinkled her nose.

But I do love Anne Murray and Carly Simon and Natalie Maines and Natalie Merchant and Jan Arden. Yet the one who makes me really stop and go 'wow' is Jewel...with a few of her songs. Her voice is so sexy. Her writing is terrific. She just doesn't seem to put out a whole lot. This is my favorite from her. Great imagery in this one and when she crows, 'Do you want me?' in that melodic chant it's crazy...just crazy. Great song.


"Standing Still - Jewel"

Cutting through the darkest night are my two headlights
Trying to keep it clear, but I'm losing it here
To the twilight
There's a dead end to my left
There's a burning bush to my right
You aren't in sight
You aren't in sight

Do you want me
Like I want you?
Or am I standing still
Beneath the darkened sky
Or am I standing still
With the scenery flying by
Or am I standing still
Out of the corner of my eye
Was that you
Passing me by

Mother's on the stoop
Boys in souped up coupes
On this hot summer night
Between fight and flight
Is the blind man's sight
And a choice that's right
I roll the window down
Feel like I'm
I'm gonna drown
In this strange town
Feel broken down
I feel broken down
Do you need me
Like I need you

Or am I standing still
Beneath the darkened sky
Or am I standing still
With the scenery flying by
Or am I standing still
Out of the corner of my eye
Was that you
Passing me by

A sweet sorrow is
The call tomorrow
A sweet sorrow is
The call tomorrow

Do you love me
Like I love you?

Or am I standing still
Beneath the darkened sky
Or am I standing still
With the scenery flying by
Or am I standing still
Out of the corner
Of my eye
Was that you
Passing me by?

Are you passing me by?
Passing me by
Do you want me?
Passing me by

Do you need me
Like I need you too
And do you want me
Like I want you?
Passing me by

Are you passing me by
Or am I standing still?

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