I wrote this one yesterday afternoon as the snow and winds were whipping around outside this little farmhouse that we’re staying at in upstate New York. Earlier in the day, the whole house got together for an epic snowshoe hike + snowball fight on the hill behind the house. All in all, one of the best days I’ve had in a long time, which resulted in a weird case of nearly instant nostalgia. That’s where this song came from: a desire to come back here with all these people, even before we’d left. Here’s the view from the bedroom window, by the way. Winter wonderland:
And here’s the song for the day, “We Should Come Back Here” (alternate titles welcome):
—Lyrics—
I wake up so tired
but I’m not going to sleep again
the sun is cold and it’s bright
and you are here right next to me
the smallest things we do
and the softest words we speak
are the making of the world
on a winter’s day so bleak
we should come back here again
with our friends and with some wine
we should come back here again
with our friends and with some wine
we’ll come back to this place
as it is, we are fine
walking with our snowshoes on
from the hill’s soft top
we can see the house below
friends are sleeping down there
after last night’s revelry
we should keep them so close
we should call them family
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