A Thousand Miles

When I’m at the grocery store and A Thousand Miles plays (Or that Amy Grant song, or that Wilson Phillips song; I somehow know the lyrics to them all, and more. I have no recollection as to how I have come to know their lyrics by heart.): “Don’t sing it Erika. Don’t do it.” Lyrics suddenly spill from my lips, almost as if I’m possessed and not in control of myself. “It’s not me!” I scream from somewhere, in what looks to be a dark and cavernous well. More lyrics. “Erika! Stop it! Arrrrghhhh!” True story.