If you’d amount to anything
What kind of awful nervous question
What kind of tiny way to think
You used to sing to call the thunder
You used to scowl to egg it on
You used to bare an ugly letter
Took all these years to shrug it off
I finished this song feeling pleasantly surprised. Actually, it left me with sort of a warm feeling, like I’d been sitting on something like this for a while and didn’t really know it. My process lately has been truncated, to put it delicately. When I devote fewer hours per week to making up songs, perhaps it takes a little bit longer for my most genuine ideas to percolate through the system and rise to the top. That’s not to say there haven’t been some good moments recently, because there certainly have been some. But this one has a solid simplicity that I feel truly takes advantage of the type of quick turnaround that I’ve been working with lately. It arrives, says what it means, and as soon as you’ve given it a good look it’s on its way again. I feel that’s the way a short song should be. This one is about shaky feelings about a misaligned past that seems to have resolved itself. It employs an old convention that used to be standard around here in that every time I say “you” I mean “me”… Anyhow, I sure hope you like listening to it.