In Mendocino we stayed at Auberge...one of my favorite songs, The Mention of Your Name, is on Chris Rea's album, Auberge . . . coincidences and interlocking memories . . . the difference between what was and what is . . . and the presence of a distant voice in one's head, of memories, of pauses along the way....
Time goes by and every single tear
It must have well run dry
And the lonely nights
Become a strange accepted way
And the years go past
Just like the old song says
The pain with time has healed it couldn't last
But oh a friend like a fool
Mentions your name
Sunny days, drunken nights
You smile and say, it's alright
But oh the cold cold rain
At the mention of your name
Forgive me please
If I shrug my shoulders
When I put my friend at ease
As I get older
It's not that I don't feel colder then before
Oh I've become so good at hiding
What I feel without confiding
It's still the same, darling still the same
At the mention of your name