The man who can’t be moved

I was at Spicy Fingers a couple of months ago, totally impressed with the band that was playing. One song in particular gave me goosebumps. It sounded familiar, though I couldn’t, for the life of me, figure out its title. I never heard the song again, not even on the radio. So off I went to my biggest source of information: Google. And Google, as was expected, delivered again.

The song is The Man Who Can’t Be Moved, by The Script, an Irish band. Below are the video and the lyrics of the song.

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Going back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I’m not gonna move
Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand
Saying, “If you see this girl, can you tell her where I am?”

Some try to hand me money, they don’t understand
I’m not broke, I’m just a broken-hearted man
I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do?
How can I move on when I’m still in love with you?

Cause if one day you wake up and find that you’re missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you’ll come back here to the place that we’d meet
And you’ll see me waiting for you on the corner of the street
So I’m not moving, I’m not moving

Policeman says, “Son, you can’t stay here”
I say, “There’s someone I’m waiting for if it’s a day, a month, a year”
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows
If she changes her mind, this is the first place she will go

Cause if one day you wake up and find that you’re missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you’ll come back here to the place that we’d meet
And you’ll see me waiting for you on the corner of the street
So I’m not moving, I’m not moving,
I’m not moving, I’m not moving

People talk about the guy that’s waiting on a girl
There are no holes in his shoes but a big hole in his world
Maybe I’ll get famous as the man who can’t be moved
Maybe you won’t mean to, but you’ll see me on the news
And you’ll come running to the corner
Cause you’ll know it’s just for you

I’m the man who can’t be moved
I’m the man who can’t be moved

Going back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I’m not gonna move.

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I don’t know if you’ll concur, but I think The Man Who Can’t Be Moved is one hell of a romantic song. In fact, I think it and Chasing Cars (by Snow Patrol, also an Irish band) are the most romantic songs of this decade. They both speak of all-consuming love, which this world doesn’t have enough of.

I’d love to be sung The Man Who Can’t Be Moved to. Wouldn’t you feel just so special if you were the object of a love as passionate as the one the song sings about?

I’ll send the lyrics to my boyfriend. If I’m not mistaken or delusional (and I’m quite sure I’m not), he seems to feel as passionately about me as the man who can’t be moved. I’ll ask him if he’d sit on the corner, just waiting for me to show up, if something ever went wrong between us (which, I really, really, really hope, will NEVER happen).