Been listening to this song and another by Martin Sexton these weeks. I saw him in concert several times a decade ago, and he is as good live as they get.
It would not seem to relate to my life in Daddyland, as its about the road and leaving. But I’ve been in that place, and I’m so happy to be in this place. It’s like I was Glory Bound sitting in Middletown, New York, or Pakrac, Croatia or on some long wandering trip through Central Europe or southern Turkey.
And now I am in Daddyland, and I am happy. Not that I do not dream of the road still, but no longer with that yearning searching, more for the adventure and the return.
And that is a happy difference, especially when you are in the back stretch to 40 …