Hidden - Her Little Bullseye

This song carries a special meaning to me. I don't know what it is about my father's music, but I always seem to find hidden messages in it. When you first hear this song, you think it's just a simple song written by a guy who just spent some time with an old girlfriend.

When you look at it from a father's perspective, it's a bit different. First there's the whole old girlfriend thing. There was a reason things didn't work out. That's a pretty important lesson for a guy to learn.

Starting from the beginning, I see life lessons all over the place.

• When talking to old friends, keep your guard up.
• Find your hill. Climb your hill. Know your hill.
• Have vision. Let those who don't have vision follow behind you.
• A woman and an ego can really throw you for a loop
• Have a targeted destination for yourself.
• Steer Fate, Bend Roads. Take care of others when you do so.
• Leave an impression
• Don't stop caring

That's a lot for a song under 3 minutes. Maybe I'm reading into it a little too much because it's my dad. If you knew my dad, though - he was a little bit smarter than the rest of us. He didn't do much without the malice of forethought. The link is a downloadable mp3 of the song.

Last night I saw an old girlfriend
                                     I knew before my wife.

She asked me what was going on 
                                     within my distant life.

I held my guarded secrets
                                     and I told her the times

I spent in desparation
                                     to avoid the little crimes.


I told her the hill I found,
                                     and I managed to climb up.

I detailed out the view I saw
                                     as I poured another cup.


We started talkin riddles
                                     and the fog began to rise.

I saw she didn't follow 
                                     many visions o' my eyes.

She latched on to my ego
                                     and she threw me for a loop.

from which I have recovered
                                     from the swim within her soup.


I know now why it's a fluke
                                     she thought me one of those

who had no destination 
                                     as the wind o' challenge blows.


She didn't know about the forces
                                     harnessed by the men

who steer the fate of others,
                                     who cause the road to bend.

Her target was behind me
                                     as I threw a dart through her,

and I hit her little bullseye
                                     just to show her I still care.