Whatever It Takes

A friend has commented that my blog has a sombre and morose feel to it what with my writings on deaths and unhappy situations. Honestly I must admit that some of the posts were kind of on the gray side of the rainbow, although they were my strongest thoughts and feelings at those moments.

I am the kind of person who is ruled by the heart first and head later. Therefore, I am easily buoyed by happy things as much as I can be bogged down by sadness.

Burned myself a new Mp3 cd for my ride of new songs the other day and this particular song just captured my heart. I have always had a soft spot for songs like this, but this one just fills me with this lightness.

Whatever It Takes – Michael Buble’ and Ron Sexsmith

We've all been hurt by love

It's out of our hands

But for all it's worth

I'm drawing a line in the sand

Another morning just won't do

I need your love to shine on through

Or it won't be new

Whatever it takes, my love, I'll find it

Whatever it takes my love

To put the lonely days behind us

I'm laying it down

Whatever it takes my love

If there's a chance

For two hearts to celebrate

To blow out some candles

And tempt the hands of fate

You make a wish, I'll make one too

But close your eyes love when you do

Or it won't be true

Whatever it takes, my love, I'll find it

Whatever it takes my love

To put the lonely days behind us

I'm laying it down

Whatever it takes, my love

'Cos I've been wandering 'round

With the same old blues

That have been dragging me down

If you feel the same way too

Maybe it takes two

And if we give thanks

For our love at each new dawn

We'll find the strength

And the will to carry on

The sun alone will never do

Without your love to shine on through

It just won't be new

Whatever it takes, my love, I'll find it

Whatever it takes, my love

To put the lonely days behind us

I'm laying it down

Whatever it takes, my love

I can't tell you how many times I have listened to this song,  it just captivates me. Upon its' first verses, I am transported to another world of lush swaying fields, with a gentle breeze that rolls along and shifts cottony clouds. Rays of sunshine and fluttering butterflies and twittering (No! not Twitter-ing, but cheeping) birds, with flits of squirrels. Ahhhh... such languid days.

Give it a listen, allow yourself the pleasure, then tell me about it ya!