The Studio

Since my co-worker and I started shopping for bikes together, I've also started to notice a dearth of middle aged people in the Bay Area. The reason that this has come to my attention is because my co-worker is a 50-yr old male. We're shopping for bikes together because we figure we have to go to the same shops, ask the same questions, and it would be more enjoyable (and more environmentally friendly) if we went together. It also gives us each another person to bounce ideas off of. Anyways, since we've been going about together, I've run into some friends. There have been some pretty amusing questions and speculations from friends and sales people alike about what the two of us are doing together.

I could have tried pretending that my co-worker was my step father, and definitely thought it would be funny to pretend to be his mail-order bride, but alas we just left folks to their speculations and curiosity. It got me to thinking about how odd it really was for the two of us to be shopping for bikes together. Would it arouse so much curiosity in other parts of the country? Perhaps, but perhaps for different reasons.

There are many reasons why folks may think it weird to see the two of us going about together, but as soon as I started contemplating it, I started to notice that there aren't that many 50-yr old people in the valley -- at least not that I come across in my every day life. It seems like even the most senior people at work are like their mid to late 30s, early 40s at best. Are all the 50 year olds retired? Do they live in the east bay? How come there are so few of them? Anyways, random uncohesive thought....

I know somebody and they cry for you.
They lie awake at night and dream of you.
I bet you never even know they do, but somebody's crying.
I know somebody and they called your name.
A million times and still you never came.
They go on loving you just the same, I know that somebody's trying.

So please, return the love you took from me.
Or please, let me know if it can't be me, I know when,
Somebody's lying, I know when somebody's lying.
I know that somebody's lying, I know that somebody's lying.
Give me a sign and let me know we're through.
If you don't love me like I love you.
But if you cry at night the way I do I'll know that somebody's lying.
So please, return the love you took from me.
Or please, let me know if it can't be me.
I know when somebody's lying, I know when somebody's lying.