Sometimes I feel like running for the hills. This song is about staying put. I’ve written before about my struggle to adapt to living in New York. In some parts of the world it is autumn. I’ve heard Autumn in New York is lovely. People write songs about it. I just haven’t figured out when it starts. My internal calendar is telling me to expect a very specific thing when I walk out the door, and it isn’t something that I’ve seen or felt yet. I was in Connecticut about a week and a half ago. Leaves were changing. There was a chill in the air. The world was still spinning. Maybe a slab of concrete this hot takes a while to cool down. I’m not sure. This is another song about adjusting.
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Down in the leaves and the dirt
Everything absent
Only makes it worse
Like this
And deep in the rocks and the Earth
Squeezing together
And you make it work
Like this
And every time you look around
Scorching the Earth
To find your common ground
The sooner that it’s ringing true
That the city’s a wilderness
It comforts you
And no one ever looked away
And came up the better for it anyway
I figure it’s the kind of place
That looks in your center
And never looks away
Like this