As a songwriter, I sometimes have thoughts or ideas that wouldn't particularly make a good song. This is the outlet for that stuff...

Wednesday, October 5, 2011


The last time I traveled this road

I was a new husband

A new father

Trying to make my way in the world

By first

Making my way to a small factory

In the middle of nowhere

Anxious to take the brown Omega

In a new and different direction

But by perceived necessity

Slowly leaving a rut here


The trees are older

There are a few new houses

Dropped at random in a clearing

The new blacktop

Can barely hide the chatter bumps

Asking me where I've been

And if my dreams came true

As the leaves turn golden

In the rear view mirror

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