Following You

A song from my album Unpainting Roses

It’s a long pull away from home, how we pull away and pull along

Use her for our own gain, push each other and go insane

Streets filled with moving body parts, fancy hairpins, popcan grocery carts

Doors are flinging, coat tails swinging, diamonds flashing, knuckles bashing

Where are we going? How are we going?

Which way did you say we were going?

What are we running from, what do we do?

I don’t know, we were following you

But all together we are one, one mislead confusing one

Try to reach out, or try not, voices dormant and left to rot

There is a love, there is a hate, was it supposed to be this way?

Where a man starves to death, outside your white house picket fence?

It’s a long pull away from home, how we pull away and pull along

Use him for our own gain, push each other and go insane

I wrote this song in 2004 and seems to apply just about every day in every way. There is a political tone here yes, but the idea for this song came when a friend and I were streaking in the highschool football field at night. We were running as fast as we could and yelled, “What are we running from?!” Man, I remember laughing my head off at the idea of both of us running because the other person was running, but having no idea what we were running from.

Isn’t that just how life is though? We hear a blip here and a tweet there and think we have enough to run on. Then we accideantally start a news wildfire. My hope is that I’ll stay resolute on finding the truth and supporting whatever is good for the greater good. Not to follow anyone else, but to follow my heart and the truth.

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