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
Forget the formalities
Life lived with
High levels of uncertainties
I don’t complain
Even when the snow and rain
Take away
From the path we have laid
Deep breathes
Can take away the stress
Tea relaxes
Rest can settle the stomach
In a culture of rush
Instant satisfaction
My actions
Can be delayed
But we live full today
Making way for tomorrow
When the snow melts we will go
Continue on
New York on the horizon
Our minds prepare
For certain changes
We go were the wind howls
Us to come gathering
Make anew
The center of the world
In the capital of the red white and blue
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
Forgettable notes
On a seemingly empty guitar
Opened eyes late
Pushing hard
Living in tight bags
Reclined in the car
Many nights spent wondering
Who you are
Days home
Or days spent over
In countries afar
All deals settled
For one chance
Forget the drama
The romance
This is the only shot
One finale
Coming up shooting
From the depths of sorrows valley
I miss Nashville
I miss LA
Hope to make it back
The city landscape portrayed
Form and function
Met up at the I 90 junction
Headed out of town
I’ll make it back home
Come back around
Stay inside
There is a storm out there
Blowing winds so cold
It will shrivel your fingers
I am told
City in chaos
A driving ban
Amongst all of this
How could we plan
Just about one thing
I never seen anything
Quite like this
The blizzard of 78
Paled
When this storm hit
Apocalyptic winds
Hustle over the earth
Creating a sense of unknown
In darkness so cold
In the air you hear the raging sea
Even though the sea is
Nowhere near me
Or you
We stay locked in doors
Tight
Shaking
With the blowing lark
I am amazed at this
Horrified
And in awe
None of us saw this coming
None at all
But here is this storm
This beast
This apocalyptic creation
Bearing down hard
On the Hoosier nation
From Chicago
Down the South Shore
We have seen snow
And more
More more
Sleep well rested
While the buildings foundation
Is tested
We stay covered
We stay alive
This is the most violent wrath of winter
I have ever seen
The January winter
Of two thousand
And fourteen
The world will not wait
No delay
No reason to hesitate
I move
I question
I try
In the evening
Under the crisp
Morning sky
Our destiny
Uncertain
Questions blooming
Into discussions
Full answers restricted
Unknown
Somedays feel
As if we go
Where the wind will blow
Us
But today
Reasons develop reasonably
In this season of cold
We set out on a journey
Forward march
Is where we will go
–
Liquid Lights
–
The polar vortex winter
What the heck is that
Where hot and cold intersect
Casting a spinner on the midwest
Over Chicago, Gary, and South Bend
The rust belt on lake Michigan’s end
A vortex
Sets 4 feet of snow on the deck
I am amazed at the violence this
Storm creates
Thrashing cars on highways
Like liquid lights on the road
It is unlike any winter I have known
Where the volatile winds blow
The crushing cold
Oh the cold
It seems unbearable
Stopping pumping engines in its tracks
Planes left running
On snow filled tarmacs
A smack
Of this winter vortex
Sets us spinning
Holding on to wheels
Less like driving
More like swimming
I hope to see the end
We just pull up a chair and watch
The true entertainer
The dropping thermometer
Watching it fall
Way below what I have ever known
Freezing finger tips instantly
With a frigid blast
I can only hope
This vortex
Is my first and my last
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
