I imagine this is what my Mother, and others like her, feel like these days. I’ve never heard this song this way before, not sure I’ll ever hear it the original way again.
“I must be looking for something / Something sacred I lost
But the river is wide / And it’s too hard to cross
And even though I know the river is wide
I walk down every evening and I stand on the shore
And try to cross to the opposite side
So I can finally find out what I’ve been looking for
In the middle of the night / I go walking in my sleep
Through the valley of fear / To a river so deep
And I’ve been searching for something / Taken out of my soul
Something I’d never lose / Something somebody stole
I don’t know why I go walking at night
But now I’m tired and I don’t want to walk anymore”
Billy Joel – The River of Dreams
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hSq4B_zHqPM