Songbook #3

Now 2+ years into New York, I'm starting to want the things New Yorkers want- more space, a house somewhere, some time on a Caribbean island. The strongest impulse is to be inside a car, heading south, leaving all the things behind. I love this life and even still, I want to peel back relationships and apartments like old layers of skin, to feel myself in motion. I think Graceland is about forward movement in life.

There is a girl in New York City
who calls herself the human trampoline
and sometimes when I'm falling, flying
or tumbling in turmoil I say
whoa, this is what she means.

I never understood the trampoline before living here. I think I get it now. In little time, people in this city can impress themselves deeply onto your life and just as quickly depart. I've come to appreciate people who endure. I aspire to be such a person.

Jackson, by Lucinda Williams, is essentially the same song, worth knowing.