I haven't spent much time in the city where I live in recent months. Even though I've been back a couple of weeks since my latest jaunt, this long weekend felt like my first real opportunity to reconnect with New York since I left at the end of the spring. It's lovely and dreamlike to explore the city again. It also feels strange, because we've started a serious conversation about moving someplace else. When I first came to Brooklyn, I worried about losing the sense of myself that I developed in the woods. Now I'm wondering who I could possibly be without all this concrete and noise. I'm unsure about where I fit in the world, but I think that's probably okay. That's what I'm singing about in this tune.
lyrics
Wake up
We might have slept in too long
I dreamed
But it struck me all wrong
I go
To the corner market
I get lost
Walking my own block
It's fine
Ever so positive
Let it go
I am
What the mountain made me
I am
What my island changed in me
Ever so stuck on that
Let it go
I long to wake
I long to wake
I long to wake
All this
Is a gift received
All this
Is assured and I am relieved
Ever the optimist
Take it slow
I long to wake
I long to wake
I long to wake