Co-write with Travis Matthews and Sam Wilson

I woke up this morning in someone else’s bed someone else’s thought running thru my head I wondered if I was in a dream alive or awake was it a miracle a riddle a joke or mistake. All those empty places used to hold their dreams are boarded up and vacant or is that just how it seems memories are spoken whispered on the wind I close my eyes and listen for the voice of my lost friend, now just a distant tone off a trail in my mind where has all the good gone am I ahead or somewhere behind playing strings or games trying to find the door you know they say it’s all the same until you know the score. Searching for the rhythm I somehow lost along the way tripping over the backbeat I’ve forgotten how to play those bass notes used to vibrate, steady thumping in my chest, the melody would follow along with all the rest. I woke up this morning in someone else’s song the backbeat was busy man but the melody all wrong I sure do miss her voice her gentle guiding hand can’t get around the noise shadows where I used to stand crying out in this wasteland can you hear her cry, above the noise a gentle sigh he who has ears draw nigh. Her voice whispers in the wind so soft and gentle a long lost friend. I buried her memory today in someone else’s grave under somebody else’s tombstone engraved with somebody else’s name. Holy water flowed from the mouth of the tomb the dragon was defeated and life emerged from the womb, the temple was destroyed the veil torn asunder her soul bursted forth with a great roll of thunder. Her grave clothes stripped off the stone rolled away she shines through the darkness she is the light of day. She’s life eclipsing death, a newborn babies first breath, a soft warm wind from the west a light that never rests love just as it begins to crest she’s empathy without request a mother to all children and all that’s left…