The way it feels

I've been starting to prepare Time in a Bottle for this wedding I'm playing for in October, and am playing it better than I ever did before. I always played it more like an acoustic lead guitarist would, even though I never had a band behind me to fill it in.  Now I've incorporated a lot of the same riffs within the context of their chords, which makes for a fuller and more fluid piece. I'm enjoying playing it in this new way, and think those who hear it will like it more this way.  It's funny, because I was always proud of how I played it before, not even realizing that there was another approach that would be better suited to the opportunities I typically have to play.

But that isn't why I started this post.  In the last couple of days I've also found myself thinking of the other Jim Croce hit that has been in my repertoire, even though I haven't played it for years.

She's livin' in L.A. with my best ol' ex-friend Ray -
a guy she said she knew well and sometimes hated.

Well, isn't that the way they say it goes . . .
But let's forget all that, and give me the number, if you can find it,
so I can call just to tell her I'm fine and to show
I've overcome the blow,
I've learned to take it well . . .
I only wish my words could just convince myself that it just wasn't real . . . But that's not the way it feels. 

I don't know why these lyrics seem to be resonating with me so oddly right now.  I suppose it might be nothing more than nostalgia.