Lyrics: We Belong. The other day I’m in the truck driving to meet up with mom at her doctor appointment. I’m running late, the skies have opened up with rain and I’m blasting the radio trying to not think about anything and everything and singing along at the top of my lungs.
The song is We Belong by Pat Benatar.
I have listened to this song for how many years? And continue to sing out loud (many times shifting harmonies) for how many years?
For the first time ever, I thought.
I don’t even know what that line is. What word am I even singing?
We belong to the light, we belong to the_____________.
We belong to the sound of the words we’ve both fallen under
No really. What word do I even sing when I don’t know the lyrics? I’m just making something up and I don’t even know what the word is I’m making up. I think, I think I sing “fathers?” Is it fathers? We belong to the—-errrreorthers?
Odd. I should at least know the wrong word I sing, right? But I don’t.
Ok, I think I sort of sing father—but I know it’s not really father so it’s a mash up of father and others?
I just looked up the lyrics—the word is THUNDER.
I’ve only been not singing the right word since 1984. How long has Google been around?
Also, while researching this very important and somehow timely topic I stumbled upon this gem. Who knew? “Pat Benatar, born Patricia Mae Andrzejewski…”