I'm feeling a little under the weather today, so I'll save my Big Country story for later this week. For now, click here if you'd like to check out the second installment of my weekly songwriting project.

I've learned that when it comes to art, if something's uncomfortable it's highly likely you're on the right track. And I feel it's infinitely more healthy and productive putting stuff out and learning as you go rather than stubbornly waiting on perfection, which typically leaves me a wretched shell of myself.

The "wretched shell" version of your friend Trevor is...umm...suboptimal, so I'm excited to hold myself accountable to releasing new music every week.

Here're the lyrics...

Wake Up With the Sun

wake up with the sun

fall asleep with strangers

there is sickness in the noise

better get to know your neighbors

I have been lost

aim, and take my shot

you've got to get in to get out again

a window to the street

a morning agony unspoken

we've all got trophies on our feet

from a fate defined in consolation

I have been lost

aim, and take my shot

you've got to get in to get out again

I want to be broke and hungry

not going to waste away here, afraid of everything

I'll make complacency my agonized, voiceless, immaterial child

so wake up with the sun

I swear you are not in any danger

I have been lost

aim, and take my shot

you've got to get in to get out again

I'll make music with my friends

you've got to get in to get out again