Notes: Autumn is finally making its full appearance in Brooklyn, as evidenced by this absolute fireball of a tree that Rebecca and I appreciated in Prospect park on Sunday. What a beauty! This feels like an autumn song, even though the words don't offer any specifics to identify it that way. The image felt appropriate to set the tone even if the content could apply to any time of year. As for the words themselves, this song doesn't harp on its flirtation with the fall of civilization, as some similar songs I've written may have done in the past. It takes that eventuality in stride, as if collapse is navigable like the change of a season. Given what we've all been through these past couple of years, I don't think it is any wonder to arrive at that sentiment.
lyrics
When the lights go out
Where do we go?
With the window down
Follow the road
With the window down
When the cracks appear
What do we do?
I'm gonna keep you near
I'm sticking with you
I'm sticking with you