This week's song is a collection of disconnected moments, memories, and dreams. I think the combined whole is sort of impressionistic in that it gestures toward a cohesive picture without belaboring the minute details. At the center of these dreams and memories is my wife, Rebecca, who floats through these vignettes like a leaf on the breeze. Other times I've written of her as the ocean. Today's offering is a more serene take. Also, today is her Birthday, and I hope it has been a lovely one.
lyrics
I'm dressing down
I don't think you'll mind
It's just fine for where we're going
The night machine
Is turning out fog
I'm not sure which way we're facing
Tonight in the garden
I followed you by your footprints
Tonight in the garden
I recognized your shadow
I'm feeling tired
But I don't think you mind
I thought I saw your eyelids drooping
Tonight in the garden
I followed you by your footprints
Tonight in the garden
I recognized your shadow