MEADOWS
Meadows is a song that I always envision in slow motion. It feels like a core memory too precious to let go. That's the feeling I had when writing it. I don't write many love songs(I guess in the traditional sense of what that usually means.), but this one really poured out of me in a way that felt really nice. It still holds a certain melancholy that I am not sure I'll ever shake from my song writing, especially since when I imagine listening to it without context, it sounds more like a song about heartache or perhaps even separation from someone you love. And maybe it kind of is - but not really. I met my wife when I was very young(16 years old), and we have been together since that time. We have literally grown up together, learned how to do life and focused our goals together. Things seem to have gotten a little more complicated with time. Not necessarily a bad thing, just different. We use our heads more than our hearts most of the time, especially now that we have two young children. This song really comes from the spirit of missing that go wherever, do whatever energy we had when we were teenagers in love. We literally had nothing to lose, and life seemed so incredibly open ended that it gave us a certain curiosity that only comes with a young and wild heart. All I cared about was loving her, and it is maybe the most care free and present I have ever felt. There was a specific field that we would picnic in, and I very vividly remember the image of her sitting on the blanket, laughing wearing this cardigan that for some reason sticks out in my memory. It isn't my typical writing style for me to be so literal, but I just let this one come out that way because that's what it seemed like I was wanting from this song. An audio record almost of my thoughts on a carefree time that has passed in my life. This song represents just that to me: the beautiful nostalgia of young love.
LYRICS
In the meadow
Where we laid
We wished for stars
To show that day
Stayed together
hand in hand
Carved our names
Into the sand
So could you
Come back again
It’s still you
Stuck in my head
And I can still see your cardigan
Wishful thinking
Where are you?
We were young
Nothing to lose
The fields grew up
And we did too
Disappeared
Like morning dew
So could you
Come back again
It’s still you
Stuck in my head
And I can still see your cardigan
Golden meadows
Where we laid
I still think of you that day