Striking A Chord, or Two.

Inadvertently, tears welled up in these eyes of mine.

You'd think that the following cliche would have numbed my senses all those years ago. Evidently, it was a misperception.

Strumming along to the likes of Leaving on a Jet Plane on the uku|e|e was one thing; having to repeat its strident chords was another.


Every place I go, I think of you
Every song I sing, I sing for you
When I come back, I'll wear your wedding ring.

So kiss me and smile for me.
Tell me that you'll wait for me.
Hold me like you'll never let me go.

'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, Babe, I hate to go...