Let me start by saying that I am, as casually as can possibly be defined, friends with Derek Webb. This is primarily because The Dancer is a baller and takes me along to ballerness adventures like driving out to a ranch and getting a private concert in a teepee from, ya know, a famous person. Equally it is because Derek is, and I say this in all seriousness and having thought a lot about it, a extra-ordinarily kind and friendly man.
Now if you don’t know who he is, that’s fine. He’s huge in some circles, non existent in others. He’s an artist who does solo work, stuff with his wife, and is probably most well known for the part he plays in Caedmon’s Call.
I love everything he’s ever put out. A few months ago, at a show in Dallas, he said (loose quote) “You know, some people think you can’t sing songs about some things. But you can make art about anything Jesus is Lord over. And in case you missed it, He’s Lord over everything.”
Last night, he and Caedmon’s had a show at Common Grounds in Waco, and he played his song, Table for Two, the lyrics of which are:
Danny and I
Spent another late night over pancakes
Talkin’ ’bout soccer
And how every man’s just the same.
We made speculation
On the who’s and the when’s of our futures
And how everyone’s lonely
But still we just couldn’t complain.
And how we just hate being alone.
Could I have missed my only chance,
And now I’m just wasting my time
By lookin’ around
But ya know I know better,
I’m not gonna worry ’bout nothin’.
Cause if the birds and the flowers survive,
Then I’ll make it okay.
I’m given a chance and a rock;
see which one breaks a window.
See which one keeps me up all night and into the day.
Because I’m so scared of being alone
That I forget what house i live in.
But it’s not my job to wait by the phone
For her to call.
Well this day’s been crazy
But everything’s happened on schedule,
from the rain and the cold
To the drink that I spilled on my shirt.
‘Cause You knew how You’d save me
before I fell dead in the garden,
And You knew this day
long before You made me out of dirt.
And You know the plans that You have for me
And You can’t plan the end and not plan the means
And so I suppose I just need some peace,
Just to get me to sleep
Y’all, I’m real tempted to talk about how it’s corny to admit that my friend’s music ministers to me but… it’s not. It’s not outside of God’s goodness or power or Derek’s purpose in putting out music for me to listen to the lyrics of a song, a song I’ve heard many times before, and to let out a loud, heavy sigh.
I am so scared of being alone that I forget who I am what WHOSE I am.
I do just need some peace to get me to sleep. I haven’t had a good night of sleep in weeks. which is typical, but wearing.
Anyway, Thanks D, and for everyone else, give the song a listen. And then go buy his music. It’s good stuff. Oh, and his wife, Sandra’s music too. And Caedmon’s.