This song comes out of a contradictory state that I've existed in lately, one of pervasive anxiety and simultaneous relaxed certainty pertaining to the future. I didn't really know what I was writing when I began, but what came out was surely a reflection of the mounting pressures of finishing my master's degree by the spring, and somehow helping to plan a wedding and start a bold new future at the same time. I am certain of my course, and have an idea of what must be done, but at the same time all of the particulars completely elude me. Really, this is a song about personal upheaval and mutual support, and that is the real gift of my past year. I've always had the personal upheaval. It's with most of us from day one, and it is part of the price we pay to enjoy being alive on this planet. The mutual support is something new. I'm still getting used to it, but I have to say, it's pretty nice.
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Am I carrying a light load?
No I really wouldn't put it that way
I'm comparing sticks to stones
And mud to bones
And if you want to know
I'm apt to lose my way
And have I got a short fuse?
I guess that's something you could say
But worry not, it ain't for you
It's self abuse
When every inch gets burned away
Hour after hour
Blowing back to you
Mile after mile
Spinning over me
If you have been the winding road
And I have been the sudden breeze
Then I should be the road for you
And you could be the wind for me
And will I be a good man?
Suppose there's nothing in the way
Suppose I pray and plan
And make my mark
And understand
Suppose I never lose my way
And if we do the right things
Supposing we know what they are
Suppose we strike the strings
Let loose the choir and hear them sing
Assuming we work real hard
Hour after hour
Blowing back to you
Mile after mile
Spinning over me
If you have been the winding road
And I have been the sudden breeze
Then I should be the road for you
And you could be the wind for me