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Here's a song I wrote with my ex-wife. I was playing music one day when she came home from work. She asked what it was, and I told her I didn't know yet. She helped me figure it all out in a flurry of optimism I had at the time surrounding my ability to make a living through music.

On my way

Breathing out, breathing in
Looking for a memory, someplace I might have been
But I’ve let go, or given in
To a little piece of history I’,m longing to begin

And I’m on my way

Moving out, moving in
Shouting at the eight-ball, ready to dive in
But I’ve found it, or it’s found me
And gravity’s between us, begging to be free

And I’m on my way

I’m clueless, yet I’m keen
As grown-up as I’m green
But I’m aware that there is more
Once thought that I was stable
But I don’t wear that label as before

Stepping in, stepping out
And I’m stepping over faith, I guess, I’m tripping over doubt
But I want her, and she wants me
On the edge of this horizon we are far too close to see

And I’m on my way