I think I’m pretty settled on the second verse and chorus of the new song I’m working on (entitled “Back to Baseline”):
I once knew an old man,
Who didn’t know what to give.
He spoke to his grandchild,
Gave him words of love to live.The child took those words,
And made himself a home.
Now he’s an old man,
with a grandchild of his own .You take us back, back, back,
To baseline.
You take us back, back, back,
To baseline.
Yearning bubbles up from the ground.
Like a dove to the window.
Taking stock of all that we found
But we’re coming up short, so let’s go…
