Dear Readers,
Please forgive what is truly a last-ditch effort tonight. I just got off a mildly monumental series of flights back from Santiago, Chile (“mildly monumental” in the sense that no statues will be erected to celebrate the journey), I haven’t slept in 36 hours, and, well, I don’t have the energy for a more involved effort. So here you go, a song I wrote on the plane somewhere between Lima, Peru, and Guayaquil, Ecuador (the second of three flights today), and which I recorded three minutes ago in one quick take. A tired ode to my Home, New York.
—Lyrics—
now that I’m back
where have I been
and if I can’t sleep tonight
will I still dream?
I drift into you and you drift into me
we’re two of a kind, we are joined at the knees
New York, you’re still beautiful in the rain
