Deep (1988)

Every time I hear the sound of the rain
Beating on my roof again
I want to taste your love
And I want to go deep, deep.
I want to go deep, deep.
I want to go deep.

Every time I lift my eyes to the sky
Something in my heart asks why.
I want to know the truth
And I want to go deep, deep.
I want to go deep.

Like the footprints
Disappearing from the sand,
I try to catch the thought.
It slips right through my hand

And, as the darkness
Throws it’s cloak upon the ground,
I start to run to you.
I’ve got to take you down,
I want to go deep, deep.
I want to go deep, deep.
I want to go deep.

Every time I feel I’m losing my way
The power of your love remains.
I want to touch your love
An’ I want to go deep, deep.
I want to go deep. deep.
I want to go deep, deep.
I want to go deep.

Justin Hayward

The first two lines remind me of a poem I wrote to my future first wife in 1967. But this song represents a time in my life when I was mostly living between two existences: one as a single working man in Ascot during the week; and as a family man on weekends in Torquay.

Suzann and I saw The Moody Blues perform live at the Vancouver Colosseum in the early 80’s.