I wrote this on a paper placemat in a restaurant in Melbourne,
Australia after doing a tour of the Great Ocean Road and hearing a bit
of its history. Nearby diners were either amused or confused as the
waitress kept trying to put the food on the placemat and I kept pushing
it away because I didn’t want to lose the melody and my train of thought.
There is a place for warriors. There is a place for story
tellers. Sometimes both groups forget there is a need for the other.
For some friends after the death of a child.
Spouses have been waiting for their loved ones to return from business
trips for centuries. This story happens at Christmas.
2001 was an eventful year for many reasons. I wrote this to sing with
some friends at a new years eve party.
I wrote this after listening to an NPR interview with people in
Harwood, North Dakota in 1997 after floods had surrounded the entire
town. As it later turned out, 1997 was one of the better years.
Sometimes you wonder if the human race will ever stop the fighting.