"Sail on down the line..." - Lionel Ritchie

I’m trying not to brood on things, but as I was driving into work yesterday, I heard one of my favorite songs on the radio. It stood out to me because I was talking about my last relationship the night before while I was driving home, and the words almost speak exactly to how I’m feeling now and what transpired over the past few months. For your reading pleasure, here are the lyrics to “Sail On” by Lionel Ritchie (I have no idea whether he was still with the Commodores or not):


Sail on down the line
About half a mile or so
And I don't really wanna know ah
Where you're going
Maybe once or twice you see
Time after time I tried
To hold on to what we got
But now you're going…

And I don't mind
About the things you're gonna say Lord,
I gave all my money and my time
I know it's a shame
But I'm giving you back your name…

Guess I'll be on my way
I won't be back to stay
I guess I'll move along
I'm looking for a good time

Sail on down the line
Ain't it funny how the time can go
All my friends say they told me so
But it doesn't matter
It was plain to see
That a small town boy like me
Just wasn't your cup of tea
I was wishful thinking

I gave you my heart
And I tried to make you happy
And you gave me nothing in return
You know it ain't so hard to say
Would you please just go away
I've thrown away the blues
I'm tired of being used
I want everyone to know
I'm looking for a good time

Good time
Sail on
Honey
Good times never felt so good

Sail on
Honey
Good times never felt so good

Sail on
Sugar
Good times never felt so good
Sail on

Now interestingly enough, there are certain songs that I hear and make me think about certain women that I have dated. Out of all the women that I have dated, Mr. Ritchie and the Commodores have definitely hit the nail right on the head with my last relationship. In addition, it really speaks to my attitude about things going forward too – no more changing how I operate to accommodate other people. If you have to completely change your life around so she will accept you, is that the person you’re supposed to spend the rest of your life with? To quote Whitney, “Hell to the naw.”