I’m so restless
The Jerusalem night is calling me
But thoughts of doubt are stalling me
I’m so restless
I just can’t relax now
I don’t wanna go home
I only wanna be left alone
I just can’t relax now
I can’t go to sleep
When I know there’s a whole world going on out there
It’s real
And it’s calling out to me
No, I just can’t be still
When I see the lights in the distance beckoning to me
It’s real
And it’s a part of me
Won’t you please release me
Won’t you please help me
Can you feel for me
I’m wrapped up in helplessness
Won’t you please release me
Won’t you please help me
Won’t you please free me
From this restlessness
I’m so restless
I’ve got electricity in my legs
And I’m shaking like a peg
I’m so restless
I just can’t relax now
Things just aren’t the way they’re supposed to be
My life isn’t moving free
I just can’t relax now
I’m walking alone in Jerusalem
But there’s a string attached
And I’m doing all I can to slice it
But it won’t let me be free
It’s a quiet night
But there’s a threat in the air
And it’s looking to make itself real
It won’t let me be
I’m so restless
I just can’t relax now
I can’t sit still
I’m so restless
©2024 The Hesh Inc.
I wrote this in early 1986 ... my army unit was stationed up at the northern border, but one Sunday, instead of reporting back to base, we were told to go to Jerusalem, where we would be attending a show at the Jerusalem Theater. I never got as far as the theater ... I got into town late, once the doors were closed, so I wasn't allowed in. But here I was, in Jerusalem, center of my social life ... I should have been able to go downtown and hang out with my friends or whoever was there until the show was over, when I'd rejoin my unit and get on the bus back up to the border. But I couldn't, because I didn't know when that would be ... and I couldn't miss that bus, or else I'd be in deep youknowwhat ... so all I could do was pace nervously throughout the immediate vicinity of the theater. Frustrating and maddening way to spend a Sunday night in my favorite city in Israel. And it was even more frustrating, knowing that the girl I was interested in seeing at the time was somewhere nearby as well, but I couldn't call her up, for the same reason.
Musically, I was thinking in terms of Bob Seger, for some reason, but as this lyric was written as I paced the neighborhood and not in a room with a piano, no real music ever got played to these words. (I don't recommend writing a song that way ... but when the muse calls, you answer.)
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