5:09

I thought of an unrequited lover being able to dance with the object of his desire just once, and how he’d cling to those precious minutes ever after. Perhaps I was having a flashback to a girl I danced with in eighth grade, or maybe it was my freshman year of high school. It was my first slow dance, and I had a bit of a crush on the girl, and it took every ounce of courage to ask her to dance. On January 26, 28-29, 2009, I wrote 5:09, using the melody of a song recorded by The Nerve for a contest celebrating a Russian Imperial ale. And no, I didn’t have any particular song in mind, though I’m sure there are plenty that have a running time of 5:09.

 

I turn off the radio, I don’t wanna hear no more

I’ve suffered through that song too many times before

I know its reputation, I know how much it’s loved

But you have no idea what that song reminds me of

 

You were the girl I was waiting for

Worked up the nerve to lead you out on the floor

I lost my way as soon as I held you

You took me away and I was through

 

I heard it first on vinyl, I bought it on cassette

It brought me the joy that hasn’t come back yet

I know who wrote the music, I know who wrote the words

I know that since that dance, it only brings me hurt

 

You were the girl I was waiting for

Worked up the nerve to lead you out on the floor

I lost my way as soon as I held you

You took me away and I was through

 

Well it brought us close together

When it ended so did we

Its running time of 5:09

Was all there was of you and me

 

Whenever first I hear it, I find it hard to breathe

In the memory of your touch, I find relief

Then I return to now, the landing’s not so soft

There’s nothing to do but turn the music off

 

You were the girl I was waiting for

Worked up the nerve to lead you out on the floor

I lost my way as soon as I held you

You took me away and I was through

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