to get lost

This song was almost completed, with guitar, vocal, and banjo done. I was playing along and planning to add autoharp when I hit a chord that wasn’t in the song (Emaj7, if you were curious). I really liked it, much more than the chord I had in its place, so I recorded the song all over again. Even pretended to play a mandolin solo. Also, the vocals coming in right away was an accident the first time, but I liked it. It’s interesting how many times a mistake turns into something that works well. That’s my excuse for never practicing, anyway.

This song was definitely inspired by our visit to the Watson Farm in Rhode Island; my brother works there, and his fiancee’s family has been running it for 30ish years. (I know I mentioned this in the “thoughts on monuments” entry.) We had dinner in a farmhouse that is over 200 years old. I know there are places much older, but I’ve never been to one that is a home.

we rode the train across some states
and caught glimpses of the cities
big enough to spend our lives exploring
big enough to get lost in

in between the trees raced by
and the water shined and traced the sky
and we saw broken buildings and graffiti
and we saw falling leaves

these people build their homes
make them out of anything they can find
these people build their homes
make them anywhere they can find

we stood in places older than anyone
almost as old as our country
some enough to keep a family warm
some enough to get lost in

these people built their homes
made them out of anything they could find
these people built their homes
made them anywhere they could find

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