Distortion drawer
Tucked up high
On the fifteenth floor
Looking scraping skies
Off buildings 529 feet high
Steam belts
Ring around tops of structures
Under the sky punctured
In the city sound
When it’s your home
You’ve found
Big city
Big plans
We go
Where the unknown
Is full
Certainty
Empty
While we grow
Outside of comforts
Lined growth
And direction
To set out
To find our own reflection
Among skyscrapers and the Hudson
We stay warm
With eyes on the empire
Feet pushing through
The snow and sand
In a big city
With big plans
Challenge
Knocked down
While my eyes wonder round
The changing landscape
Oh the eastern seaboard
You look different
New
Yet confused
While I lay bemused
Yet I have made it through
Under conditions variant and cold
We made it to the city
Only one week old
I wake up
Back on solid footing
And push on
I hope this post finds you well
Full of heart and eyes that swell
We make our way to city heights
On this blustery winter night
We find a new home
Among many and hoping
For luck to come our way
We will find out with rest
And another day
After many pains, deliberations, and delays
We are finally ready to make our way
To NYC and the east coast
We packed our bags
But still left most
Of what we owned behind
Tight car little time
Here we go
I-80 and the turnpike
I pray it clear with no ice
And we hope to make New York city
By night
Plans were made
Belongings were moved
This place we lived
Now looked new
To my eyes and you
No longer our home
But a memory
A place we stayed
It’s hard to imagine
Us living elsewhere
But so calls life
Opportunity
And growth
So we had to let go
Of what we knew
For the unknown
Loosing sight of shore
Push from the dock
Just a little more
We move on
Happy and sad
Love was nourished here
Love will grow
Wherever we go
But today this place
Looks different
We will leave our youth
A sense of innocence
For what lay ahead
We hold each other
Not one word was said
We fall asleep
Catch our rest
For what lies ahead
Will surely prove
A wondrous test
The Lake Effect
Has everyone upset
Blowing snow in
Blowing streets closed
Blowing cities into submission
All along the Lake Michigan
Outer belt
No winter before have we ever felt
This
cold
Great discoveries happen
To those who wait
Create
Stay up late
I have found
Myself
Doing this often
Lucky it is
That I get more than bags
Under my eyes
But this frees me
Lets me connect
Whether it wrong or correct
This is when it happens
When all else is gone
Quiet
This is my escape
Oh we are trying to leave
Yea we’re trying to make our way
But we can’t
No we can’t no no no
Lord we can’t
–
Turnpike turned all white
These semis turned upright
Lord keep me away
From these wicked roads today
Driving around
–
I’ve got time to burn
There is one thing I’ve learned
Holding on going on
Make my way through this song
I won’t take too long
–
We shut lights out late
The snow won’t go away
Burnin candles in daylight
Makin’ me feel all right
In this winter cold
–
Oh I know
Oh, yes I know
It will be alright
I’ll hold
I’ll hold you close
Through the cold
–
Oh we are trying to go
Where this ole road, goes, rolls
Oh I know Oh I know
That’s there’s oh so long to go
With you
–
When I turned seventeen
So long ago it seems
27 I’ll make my way
Hear what mom and dad have to say
Bout me now
–
We are going to find a life
On America’s east side
Good friends left behind
This was the only time
To get away
–
Turn-in the countryside
For those city lights
A studio with some clothes
Good lord we got to go
And make it big
I try to move
Snow
I try to plan
Snow
I try to move again
More snow
I try to plan again
Even more snow
