This tune was suppose to be on my last album but never quite fit... now it opens a musical I've written - a modern parable about living in the Now.

Curious on what sparks you about it?  It came out of true creative silence for 6 months.... felt like forever.

~ jess

It’s been six months since I’ve written a word/And it’s not due to lack of activity

The more that happens the less I want to be heard/I sink into where my spine should be.

And it’s starting to effect my smile/My heart grows heavy with the burden

I’d tiptoe a country mile/out of my way to avoid telling you what’s hurting

I wish you’d let me go.  I wish I wouldn’t reach for you

Patterns of how life should go don’t make sense like they use to.

I have to chose my own view.  I have to chose my own view.

It’s been six months since I’ve written a word.  I wear it like a badge of honor.

A good little girl that can reassure everyone there’s no resentment or anger.

But it’s starting to effect my smile, weighed down by gravity

And in this topsy-turvy world, I find my ground on rocky insecurities.

I wish you’d let me go.  I wish I wouldn’t reach for you

Theories  of how life should go don’t make sense like they use to.

I have to chose my own view.  I have to chose my own view.

I’m sorry in advance/Vague as I am I know you’ll see through this

I’m sorry in advance/But I had to do it.

It’s been six months since I’ve written a word and my best friend just called me on it.

He says my silence is obscene and absurd,  “Exactly what am I afraid of?”

I’m afraid you’ll let me go.  I’m afraid I won’t reach for you.

I’m afraid of the unknown chaos that’s about to ensue.

I have to chose my own view.  I have to chose my own view.

It’s been six months since I’ve written a word and it’s starting to effect my smile.