Life in the songwriting headspace (really it’s a mess)

I start a lot of songs that I never finish. Sometimes I rewrite and re-release my own songs on other recordings. They all sort of float around like loose leaf papers and I pull one out of the sky once in awhile and find a conclusion for it.

Some lyrics and themes come and some go, and some remain, but I play them in new forms.
And I always separate writing from editing.

Like a great painting sad songs aren’t always sad songs when you look deeper into them. Sometimes you find humor, hope, and salvation in the places you least expect them.

“Can’t Go Home”

I packed my bags long before this day came
I can’t stand to see you cry
If you want to blame me
For everything that I am
I’d have no ground left to stand

When you can’t go home
Cause it’s so far away
And everything you used to know
Changed so fast
And your soul has got no place to rest or stay
You keep moving

I’ll stand in the middle of my soul
It’s all that I have
Even if I’m the only one who believes
It’s not that I can’t pick it up and
Start it all over again
Sometimes it’s better to be alone

When you can’t go home
Cause it’s so far away
And everything you used to know
Changed so fast
And your soul has got no place to rest or stay
You keep moving