The End of the Road

Feeling like this is the end of the road because this is the end of the tour. Now back home, of sorts. Home if you can call it home, the place where you sleep and eat and fuck and laugh and get mad and try to be a human person with a purpose in the world.

All these strings attached to the concrete underneath your feet are holding you up, too. Pluck them and they make sounds, a melody that answers the beat pounded out by your tight sneakers, the percussion of four tires.

Soon the ground will drop away all together and there will only be sky between you and the ocean. Until the ground.

Thank you New York, Los Angeles, Saratoga Springs, Washington DC, Boston and Cambridge, Massachusetts. You were the bridge I needed to get to where I needed to get to: inside people's hearts.