Some songs are a perfect alignment of head and heart, while others have to earn your trust a little bit. I’m wrestling with one of those today.

I’ve grown to appreciate they’re no better or worse than the ones that fall out of the sky - it’s still you, after all, putting in the deep work, disappearing inside the trance-like state where every detail’s spun and stretched until the secret’s revealed.

And so twelve hours have passed like nothing, and I feel like a songwriter again.