Where The Streets Have No Name

An interesting addition by Bono to a live version of this song I have. Something about it calls to me.

Some beggars dreamt of other roads
Some beggars dreamt of other lands
Of another home
Of another home
Where the streets have no name
Take me
Take me

I hesitate to post this, because it relegates the last post to being second on the page, and despite being only a portion of the lyrics of my eighth favorite song, it goes so far beyond any other song lyrics I've ever posted in terms of meaning. Posting those lyrics was at once exhilerating, relieving, gratifying, and somber. The conflux of emotions, the sychronicities and the enigmas, were so profound I couldn't put them into words, hence I posted only the lyrics. Every time I read that post or hear the song though, I go away. Not to Carolina, but somewhere a little different. Perhaps an empty Saskatchewan highway on the way to Carolina. Between the flashing lines and the headlight beams..I feel many things, but there is one thing I do not. That is regret, and I am eternally grateful that a speck of that will never cross my mind.