It's been a hard fall, a fact that I've been told is evident in the songs I've been writing. Part of this project is publicly airing my feelings. Even when I'm not specific about context, I know that friends and family can read me.
Today I'm working on my outlook, both in this song and in real life. That's not to say that everything gets easier right away, but I'm ever hopeful, which can sometimes be lost in my songs. This isn't a brilliant song, but it's a nice one. I wanted to write something optimistic, something encouraging, something a little bit buoyant in an effort to bolster hope in my own heart, and perhaps in the hearts of other people if they happen to hear it.
One thing that helps me is to go out and find something beautiful in the world. That's an easy thing to do in autumn, even in New York. Here's a photo of the most beautiful tree in Prospect park. Yesterday, I went there and checked them all. This was the best.
lyrics
Oh the future waits
And the sunrise waits for you
Oh tomorrow is wide wide place
And getting there is well worth getting through
Oh the future waits
And the sunrise waits for you
Oh tomorrow is wide wide place
And getting there is well worth getting through
Oh the future waits
And the sunrise waits for you
Oh tomorrow is wide wide place
And getting there is well worth getting through