Hi folks. After pretty much mailing it in last week, I really tried to bring it with this one. This is a tune about the wonder of gratitude. It is about how the people who act as your support system can radically alter your perspective in really simple ways. In so doing they can keep you afloat. It might be sort of hard to glean this theme from the words, but I swear, it’s in there.
I’m continuing my acoustic kick that I’ve been on for the past few weeks, but I’m trying to bring some elements back in without getting too crowded. This song feels like two separate songs spliced into one another, and it is a dynamic that I like. Even the voices in the two distinct sections sound different. Also, I’m really into the huge tambourine hits. I hope you like it.
lyrics
Right in the pit of your heart
You know it gets real hard
And you stand and you wonder
Why you never go under
And all of the folks getting through
Hear the challenge they bring to you
That you’re not getting younger
They won’t let you go under
Sunday night Blown away
By the morning nothing’s left to say
This old debris
What a waste
What a sad collection thrown away
And suddenly you were struck where you stood
You know it gets real good
And you grin and you wonder
Why would you ever go under?
And here in the pit of your heart
The plans that you spun in your art
With your eyes to the feast and the hunger
No you shouldn’t go under
Sunday night
Rearranged
By the morning I’ve been stripped away
This old debris
Aint it strange
I can pick it up and put it away