The Beauty Part

Brushes on the drum. A delicate acoustic guitar figure. And then these broken-hearted lyrics:

Come rolling into town unaware
Of the power that you have over me
And what am I to do
With hello how are you
Nothing’s ever said that should be

And I don’t care about you
If you don’t care about me
We can go our separate ways
If you want to
The ties of love are strong
But they can be undone
And we’ll go our separate ways
If you want to

I’m turning into me, not you
I can change my mind not my blood
And not all who love are blind
Some of us are just too kind
We forgive too much
And never speak our minds

There's more like that. Much more. It's an open vein of a song. Not to hear it--not to have it as a reminder of those moments when your life was like that--is to go through your days slightly blinkered. One sure way to avoid that: Teddy Thompson.