What A Fool Believes - Photography 139

He came from somewhere back in her long ago
The sentimental fool don’t see
Tryin’ hard to recreate
What had yet to be created once in her life
She musters a smile for his nostalgic tale
Never coming near what he wanted to say
Only to realize it never really was

She had a place in his life
He never made her think twice
As he rises to her apology
Anybody else would surely know
He’s watching her go

But what a fool believes, he sees
No wise man has the power to reason away
What seems to be
Is always better than nothing
Than nothing at all

Keeps sending him somewhere back in her long ago
Where he can still believe there’s a place in her life
Someday, somewhere
She will return

She had a place in his life
He never made her think twice
As he rises to her apology
Anybody else would surely know
He’s watching her go

But what a fool believes, he sees
No wise man has the power to reason away
What seems to be
(If love can come and love can go, then why can’t love return once more?)
Is always better than nothing
(Who got the power?)
Than nothing at all (Oh, now)

What a fool believes
(I believe she’s never gone away) he sees
No wise man has the power (To reason away)
To reason away
What seems to be
(Oh, if love can come and love can go, oh, mama)
Is always better than nothing (Better than nothing)
Than nothing at all (Oh, I believe)
-Written by Kenny Loggins and Michael McDonald
-Made famous by The Doobie Brothers

I thought about this song recently when I watched an interview with Michael McDonald on IPTV and he talked about how he wrote this song with Kenny Loggins. He had been working on the piano part for a long time and his sister always mocked the song as “circus music”. But Kenny Loggins loved the piano part and immediately knew how the rest of the song should go. I guess that shut Michael McDonald’s sister up!

It was one of the songs (there are thousands of them) that I’ve heard hundreds of times, but never really thought about the lyrics. I thought maybe the song was about a sad sack with a puppy crush or about a stalker. And maybe it is about both, but I never paid attention to the fact that the two people in the song had a past.

But Thursday’s are for flowers. This is the last flowertography session of 2024! Where does the time go? These pictures were taken in my yard: