“But everything seemed different, completely new to me: the sky, the trees, houses, buildings — even my own body. And each person I encountered I couldn’t wait to meet.”
The perfect morning song that makes you happy to be alive and out. Of course, with the rest of Lifted, or the Story is in the Soil, you just want to huddle into the fetal position and down multiple glasses of scotch — which, by my standards, is an appropriate coping mechanism.
“Aiming and it sunk and we were drunk and we had fleshed it out. Nose up in the globes, you never know if you are passing out…”
Each time I hear this song (or pretty much his new album), I just want to slip my headphones on and walk around a bit on a snowy night. Too bad NYC hasn’t seen an ounce of snow, but I suppose that can’t stop me or you from enjoying Justin Vernon sing sad, sweet tunes.