I'm dutifully trying to "kill my darlings", but this one doesn't want to make it easy for me. I wrote the first version on the downstairs piano in my old Ozark house while cold wind blew through my gumball tree outside; it was a prayer of sorts which got stuck in some clumsy imagery. It's always resonated more for me than for anyone who ever performed it, and therefore I slated it for deletion. I attempted to write a new song for Julie to sing as Adam slowly drowns in his work.

I never even wrangled a working title out of my new concept - a "flat earth" as metaphor for the page - before I lost interest and re-visited this song. I want to clarify the metaphors, remove some of the nonsense, and try to better communicate the fragile hope I held on the night I first wrote it. I'm singing down the octave from Julie; it's possible that I'll re-demo it with my shaky attempt to perform her voice.