Notes: I started a fresh notebook today. I have filled many notebooks, dating back long before they were mostly used for writing these songs. Sometimes when I flip through the pages of an old one, I feel delighted by something I find. A happy moment or a treasured turn of phrase returns to me. Other times, I feel I can't agree with my former self. Sometimes I even feel embarrassed of my past perspective, or regretful of a memory that is stirred. In this song, I sing about torn out pages. In reality, there have been very few. I leave the record intact. I treasure my old notebooks, just as I will surely treasure this new one when it becomes old. But as records of the past, they are riddled with omissions and biases. It's okay. They can't help it.
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Put the day to rest
Peer out through the snow
Drive out in the night
I don't know where I'd go
The gust of wind I've been
The times I've blown away
The words I only thought
The things I actually say
Old times remember
The past is full of half truths
You could be caught under
Did I ever tell you
The fires I set below
The days I can't undo
I've got a new belief
I try to write it down
I look back in a week
I read it with a frown
So many pages
I try to thumb back through
Ages and ages
Did I ever show you
The ones I tore out from
The days I can't undo