LUCA

My name is Luca
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes I think you've seen me before
If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was

I think it's because I'm clumsy
I try not to talk too loud
Maybe it's because I'm crazy
I try not to act too proud
They only hit you until you cry
And after that you don't ask why
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore

Yes I think I'm OK
I walked into the door again
Well, if you ask that's what I'll say
And it's not your business anyway
I guess I'd like to be alone
With nothing broken, nothing thrown
Just don't ask me how I am
Just don't ask me how I am
Just don't ask me how I am

Somehow 20 years ago when i first heard Suzanne Vega's song and liked it very much, it never meant more to me than a good tune and maybe the hint of a thought of who she was talking about.

This week I came upon the song, excited i wanted to hear it again! Those days were GREAT!!!
I downloaded it.......
But i wasn't prepare......
It was like a wall of emotion that just toppled over me.
Like i'd been hit by a bomb, but from the inside!!
And all i did was cry all night!!

Somehow 20 years ago when I first heard Suzanne Vega's song and liked it very much, it would have never occured to me that this song would hold so much of meaning for me....the simple summury of 15 years of my life!!! She could have been talking about me!!!