Search - Solomon :: Not Life Threatening

Late last May, while fishin' on one of those warm spring lilac nights, I saw a man who rode his horse named Rage, gallop through the darkness. While swatting the fireflies, he screamed at the top of his lungs, "I just can't do it, I just can't do it." Not knowing what to do or where to go, I turned up my radio and pretended I was days away in time. In an effort to stay calm, I filled my head with thoughts of you and, as a listener, heard the rider disappear into the distant dawn. When I arrived home I immediately turned on my answering machine. It was then that I learned that you were leaving town today even after your flight had just been cancelled. Wiping a tear from my cheek I realized that it wasn't life threatening and went on with my life. Who said that it was difficult to write a concept album.