Stagecoach Stokes - Death and Soap Operas

On clear nights when the clouds creep on cat's feet away from the moon
Yes when the sky is an absolutely glossy black
I remember your tangled hair and the crinkle in your eyes
It was love, it was fate, it was destiny!
But our ship was coming in and I might never see you again
You must have seen, on my face, that pang of regret
Because you told me not to worry and you pulled me a little closer, you said

"Sadness should be reserved for death and soap operas
Don't be sad when you're not in control
There's a plan for you"

Some time passed, as did you out of my life, and my heart had stopped its grief
Yet there I sat on an absolutely tiny plane
And the little old lady beside had your crinkle in her eye
She gripped her seat, clutched her hands, and stole a breath
Why in looking at her you might have thought that it could have been her last
So I said, "Take it slow, take a breath: We're fine! We will live to love again"
"How can you know?" she slowly asked
And I said, "We can't, but our worry is useless and happiness feels divine"

Sadness should be reserved for pain and in-flight entertainment
Don't be sad when you're not in control
There's a plan for you

Don't you wanna live with open skies?
Don't you wanna trade your lows for highs?
Don't you wanna listen to your soul?
Don't you want your love to take control?

Written by:
Jakob Stokes

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