My sweet buddy Elijah and his Good Lady came by the farm for a minute or two yesterday. There are times when I don’t remember to make music unless someone else reminds me to. We ogled the baby piglets and then we climbed up into the hayloft and played a couple tunes. I wrote this song in a far-away land before I ever knew I’d end up singing it here, in this wild beautiful country with my very own horses just out of the shot, grazing beyond my right shoulder. Life is miraculous; you just have to look up now and then to realize what an absurd convergence of magic, chance and circumstance brought you exactly here for this very moment.