Bouncing Around the Room - Phish

Steve liked telling me about a dream he had in his twenties. He dreamt he was in a bar, carrying on as he normally did in his waking hours, when he met a curly redhead. He couldn't remember what they said to each other only that they spoke for a few moments when she turned and walked out the door. He said when he woke he felt sad because he knew she was the woman he was supposed to spend the rest of his life beside. Then he'd reach up, pull on one of my curls, and tell me how happy he was to have finally found me.

The first time I heard this song, it just felt like Steve. It has always made me smile when it rotated into play on our iPod. It wasn't until I went searching for the words that I realized why Steve would reach over and pull on one of my curls when it played.

It still feels like Steve. And I still smile when it rotates in to play.



the woman was a dream I had
though rather hard to keep
for when my eyes were watching hers, they closed, and I was still asleep

for when my hand was holding hers
she whispered words and I awoke

and faintly bouncing round the room
the echo of whomever spoke
and I awoke, and faintly bouncing round the room
the echo of whomever spoke

the place I sought was far beneath, the surface of the sea
my sight was poor, but I was sure
the sirens sang their song for me

they dance above me as I sink
I see them through a crystal haze
and hear the bouncing round the room
the neverending coral maze,
the crystal haze,
and hear the bouncing round the room
the neverending coral maze

then before and now once more, I'm bouncing round the room
that time then and once again, I'm bouncing round the room
that time then and once again, I'm bouncing round the room
that time then and once again, I'm bouncing round the room
that time then and once again, I'm bouncing round the room

and I awoke, faintly bouncing round the room
the echo of whomever spoke
and I awoke, faintly bouncing round the room
the echo of whomever spoke
and I awoke, faintly bouncing round the room
the echo of whomever spoke