Songwriting Project

A few months after my dad passed away I kept catching glimpses of him.
Just on the periphery—out of the corner of my eye.

But it was always just me. An awkward or unexpected reflection of myself, caught in the right light. And hell, I looked just like him. Even a little old now, like he always was.

It struck me, and it happened enough that I wrote about it. And then forgot about it until I found this little phone recording last night.

This recording is a pretty good example of where things start for me when writing a song.

But a lot of stuff never goes beyond that point. I’ve decided I’ll move ahead with this one—for a bunch of reasons. Below are the lyrics I had at this point. Check out future posts where I’ll discuss some of those reasons.