The Way We Were

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Unknown Legend
by Neil Young


She used to work in a diner
Never saw a woman look finer
I used to order just to watch her float across the floor
She grew up in a small town
Never put her roots down
Daddy always kept movin, so she did too.

Somewhere on a desert highway
She rides a harley-davidson
Her long blonde hair flyin in the wind
Shes been runnin half her life
The chrome and steel she rides
Collidin with the very air she breathes
The air she breathes.

You know it aint easy
You got to hold on
She was an unknown legend in her time
Now shes dressin two kids
Lookin for a magic kiss
She gets the far-away look in her eyes.

Somewhere on a desert highway
She rides a harley-davidson
Her long blonde hair flyin in the wind
Shes been runnin half her life
The chrome and steel she rides
Collidin with the very air she breathes
The air she breathes.

please note: photo by fhotogamy and song from Rachel Getting Married

Comments

  1. RudeeJanuary 30, 2009 at 2:40 PM

    I love Neil Young. Now where'd I put my Ipod?

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  2. LydiaJanuary 31, 2009 at 12:28 AM

    I haven't yet seen that movie, but the song isn't from there. No, it's from my solo trip to the high desert in eastern Oregon in 1994 to forget about the guy who'd just broken my heart. That song - on high volume - was played and rewound, played and rewound along the lonely road and out on the acres of white desert sand on the Alvord Desert. It went on for days like that, up early out...on the desert roads...spinning up dust... playing that song, until the day I was sitting at the counter at the Fields Diner (Fields, OR pop: 28) and the co-owner came in from the side door attached to the other side of the building, the store side, asking if (insert my name) was there. What were the odds that the guy (Mike, my husband) called at that moment to say "Come Back." I checked out the next morning and exceeded the speed limit all the way home.....as this song played and rewound, played and rewound......

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  3. Di MackeyJanuary 31, 2009 at 7:13 AM

    Beautiful. I love that song too.

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  4. UnknownJanuary 31, 2009 at 6:31 PM

    It is a gtreat song and well sung in the movie. I can't help but think that Neil is quite happy with it.

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  5. LydiaJanuary 31, 2009 at 8:30 PM

    I hope you realize that I was kidding about the song not being in the movie (although that was a surprise to me)! It's just that I knew and loved it over a decade before it was in the movie (which is on my list to see, btw).

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  6. UnknownFebruary 1, 2009 at 3:07 AM

    I knew:>) :>)

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  7. AnonymousFebruary 3, 2009 at 12:54 PM

    Neil. Sigh. Such a writer...such an independent, eccentric spirit.

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