It’s Later Than it Seems

My daughter and I just took a long trip through the Eastern United States. I wanted to showcase one of the songs we’d listen to again and again. While we heard a lot of music, some of our favorites don’t have videos. (Imagine that, video really didn’t kill the radio star.)

I’ll hold off a few weeks to share one of the more recent songs we liked and reach back for a old standard. One she enjoyed, less for the lyrics I liked and more for the humor she found in my earnest singing along with Jackson Browne.

As a teenager I first started listening to Browne. I’m not a huge fan of guitar-driven pop or rock, but well-written lyrics with a political bent can capture me. Add solid performance and strong side players and I’ll attend the concerts. Suffice it to say, I saw Jackson Browne play back in the day. (As the kids say. Well, some kids. The ones being sarcastic.)

This video pieces together some of Browne’s live performances.


Doctor My Eyes
Jackson Browne — 1972

Doctor, my eyes have seen the years
And the slow parade of fears without crying
Now I want to understand

I have done all that I could
To see the evil and the good without hiding
You must help me if you can

Doctor, my eyes
Tell me what is wrong
Was I unwise to leave them open for so long

`Cause I have wandered through this world
And as each moment has unfurled
I`ve been waiting to awaken from these dreams

People go just where they will
I never noticed them until I got this feeling
That it`s later than it seems

Doctor, my eyes
Tell me what you see
I hear their cries
Just say if it`s too late for me

Doctor, my eyes
Cannot see the sky
Is this the price for having learned how not to cry.

Lyrics (c) Jackson Browne


Creative Commons License front image credit: Willem J. Poolen