I feel like I wrote this song in a fugue state. I'm relating to the lyrics from the outside, as if I didn't write them at all. The words are a bit impressionistic, and I'm having trouble holding onto themes or meaning. There's nothing wrong with that. I really like what I've written. I'm just not certain how to reflect upon it.
The song certainly has its hooks in the current moment, in the uncertainty and strangeness of our times. It also has a chorus section that sounds suspiciously like another song I wrote, although I'm not certain which one (forgive me -- when I think back to the previous 549 of these, specifics can become fuzzy). I think this would be a good song for driving at night through the country with the windows down. That's usually what I'm shooting for.
lyrics
Out in the heat
We'll all be forgiven
Who am I to describe
The moment we live in?
If we say in time
My lord that was a wonder
If I roll aside the rock
That I'm living under
The thought leaves me open
And I am a child
And I've crowed about
My faith in the wild
If all through the night
I sweat and swear through my paces
If I set aside
The looks on of your faces
The thought leaves me open
You're always
Every part of it
If all goes to plan
We're better off taking our chances
If all goes to plan
Either way
Tomorrow advances
The thought leaves me open