I wrote this song in the haze following a red-eye flight back from California, where I've spent the past couple of weeks visiting my brother and his wife, and their two small boys. I am the kind of tired that you can feel in every cell of your body. I am in the fog you inhabit when the trip is over, where satisfaction with the experience mingles with disappointment that it's over, and and an eagerness to move toward what comes next. This song inhabits that fog too, succumbing to it, and dreaming through it. It's time to get some rest.
lyrics
All the way back
I dreamt I was climbing
A dream of a full wind blowing
I dreamt I was up there
When I dream I feel it
All the way back
I dreamt of a wild place
A dream of my feet in motion
I dreamt I was out there
When I dream I feel it