Wild one don't go back inside Wild woman said you will be fine.

And the ancient souls, they talk to me.

Said you chipped your golden heart at sea.

Now you're feeling so afraid.

Wild one rocking left and right.

Singing don't be shy, don't be shy.

In the wilderness.

It speaks to me.

There I found God sitting in a tree.

Just breathing.

Woo hoo!

Hoo hoo!

Tangled bones.

Washed up at the shore.

I'm leaving all my troubles at the door.

And my sisters, I think they're tired, from running away from themselves.

From running from what keeps them wild.

From what keeps them held together.

Tell me, where did she come here for, when she stepped right through her door.

Tell me, what did she come here for, anyway?

Wild one, don't go back inside.

Wild woman said you will be fine.

And the ancient souls they talk to me.

Said you chipped your golden heart at sea.

Now you're breathing and now you're breathing.

Oooo, Ooooo.

Waking bird, The flock’s all going home.

You don't have to be alone.

You don't have to be alone anymore.

They're singing I am you.

They're singing I am me.

When they found me at that tree, I was just breathing.

I was just breathing.

Hold on, Hold on.

Hold on.

Hold on.. Hold on.

Hold on.

Hold on.

Hold on.

Hold on.

So I was always interested in music.

I had an early introduction to music.

I'm from a musical family, so I think it was just an organic, flow from there.

And I just kept going, and, it's been a deep love of mine my whole life.

Really.

Cedar falling.

Falling from the trees.

There's an old man walking, walking, walking miles on his knees.

He's a healer, teacher.

Clearing up the weeds.

And at the clearing, he goes and plants the seeds.

He's singing, “Season's, season's, come back to me.

Give me some reason, reason, for blooming at my feet.

And I've got that snow fear, iced and cold.

Here nothing blooms, year long You know.

Year long, you know.” Ooooo.

Healing in the north woods, Giving thanks to the seeds.

And headed toward the harbor, for the first breath of spring.

Take time for the new bloom, for the opening.

Then comes the harvest, Leaves falling from the trees.

Love will always find, always find a way.

Season's change.

This house was built a century ago.

And these walls are thin and everything echos.

And I feel sometimes I've achieved something sublime.

And then I'm out there chasing time.

Trying to get you off my mind.

I don't want to fight no more.

I don't want to go to war.

I just want to live like I have days and days to travel north.

I know there are open fields of lilies and daffodils.

He said that's where he rests his heels and where the gypsies leave their wheels.

The farm in the morning was drenched in open dew.

And the Tulsi was in bloom, the Camomile was too.

And the Basil was sprouting, and the birds were flying.

And that’s when I chose to love again.

And let the garden win.

Where I don’t need to barter, And I do not need to buy.

When I grow, I feel all right.

It's like all I need is light.

I don't want to fight no more.

I don't want to go to war.

I just want to live like I have days and days to travel north.

I know there are fields of, Lilies and Daffodils.

He said that’s where he rests his heels, where the Gypsies leave their wheels.

Leave that weeping alone.

You know direction home.

Even the cactus grow.

In sand reaping nothing, and it grows.

I don't want to fight no more.

I don't want to go to war.

I just want to live like I have days and days to travel north.

I know they're open fields are Lilies and Daffodils.

He says that's where he rest his heels.

Where the gypsies leave their wheels.

I don't want to fight no more.

I don't want to go to war.

I just want to live like I have days and days to travel north.

I like sort of like mythical, like nature based stories, you know, kind of like, I like bringing legend into my work.

One song that I wrote a while ago called seven seconds is kind of a take on the hero's journey.

So I like, I like taking sort of like timeless stories and weaving them into themes of my songs, really, and connecting them with things in my life or, events in my life, people in my life.

And, kind of, creating a full circle.

Seven seconds away.

From that leap of faith.

Few more moments of waiting.

Before that space between opens up from below.

The river, it runs, it flows.

Well, they all called you Superman.

Catching the rays of sun in your hands.

You left New York for the road.

Open up, open up, open your soul to the river.

It runs, it flows.

The river, it runs, it flows.

Are love sick?

Are you selfish?

You treasure harvest before you planted.

Do you feel it?

Hear the surface, While the roots grow and make you nervous.

Can you see it?

Can you feel it?

Love to love, and fear to lose it.

You love to love.

and you fear to lose it.

It comes back if you choose it, say so.

The rive it runs, it flows.

Constant constellation, the obstruction of time.

She can show you everything.

You're seven seconds away.

It is inside your heart.

So your seven seconds away.

So your seven seconds.

away from your leap of faith.

From your leap of faith.

Their broken bones and tiny caves.

And then they broke free.

And then they flew away.

Breathe into your highest mind.

Constant constellation, the obstruction of time.

She can show you everything.

The mother earth, the heaven Queen.

It is inside your heart.

You will learn to sing.

They were like caged butterflies.

Inside their shells they thought they’d died.

In the acid rain.

The roaring waves.

Their broken bones and tiny caves.

And then they broke free.

And then they flew away.

Infinite poetry, lightning bug symphony.

When our souls met, they said, “ Finally!” A blink of an eye, The talk of the times.

Today you forgot everything inside mind.

Mind your mind.

And blessed are the human hearts.

The Sycamore is the universe.

And my eyes are bright.

Your eyes are bright.

You're learning how to break, until, All right.

So you can see the light.

Infinite poetry, lightning bug symphony.

When our souls met, they said, “Finally!” A blink of an eye, in the dark of the times today.

You forgot everything inside your mind.

They were like caged butterflies.

Inside their shells they thought they’d died.

In the acid rain.

The roaring waves.

Their broken bones and tiny caves.

And then they broke free.

And they flew away.

They flew away to brighter days, to brighter days.

And I've changed and you've changed.

They looked around, saw your face.

And they said you changed.

You flew away.

You flew away.

To brighter days.

To brighter days.

I'm playing a song called Closer, and I wrote the song Closer in 2021.

So I was living downtown and then everything was pretty much closed off.

And I kept thinking to myself, like, despite all of this, like, music is still going.

People were still playing music.

We were still finding ways to play music.

It inspired the song.

So the chorus is, “Now you're closer to the music.” Look at the sun shines so bright.

Even in the night time.

The mornings close behind.

And the fear might fake you and your heart might shake you.

Though you're closer to, You’re closer to, you’re closer to the music.

And it came like a raging fire.

While plague famed the USA.

Sister sun aren’t you impressionable.

She said I was just listening to the feel of the morning against my skin.

How it brings a new day.

So you're closer to, you're closer to, you're closer to the music.

You're closer to, you're closer to, You're closer to the music.

Watch what to pray for.

That's what I heard that day.

I was ten feet under water.

Hoping to have a wave.

Watch where you pray for.

That's what I heard.

That night.

I could feel it all come closer.

And this time it finally feels right.

They say David learned how to play.

Saul learned how to stay.

When they heard the news.

I was caving.

With the melody.

Ooh ooh ooh.

So you're closer to, you're closer to, you’re closer to the music.

You're closer to, you're closer to, you’re closer to the music.