Miles From Nowhere
Look up at the mountain – I have to climb.
About nine months ago my youngest son and I went for a walk up a small mountain in the woods. I was feeling low. I think I was trying to use my body to exorcise myself through vigorous activity.
Lord my body – has been a good friend…
It was a complete fiasco: we got lost. You could say I’ve lost my sense of direction. I thought I remembered the map at the start showing the trail looping. We never made it around the alleged loop; at one point losing the trail altogether. With dusk hurtling towards us, I made him run at top speed doubling back on the trail so that we could reach the bottom before complete darkness set in or at least get past the scary overhangs that we had to edge around. He was heroic, but vowed never to go walking with me again.
Cause I know when I find it my honey, it’s gonna make me feel good.
But, he is young and forgiving. Yesterday we walked on a nearby trail. He took a compass, a cell phone, a brother, and charge of all sign reading.
I’ll drink to you my baby, I’ll drink to that.
Miles from nowhere, guess I’ll take my time – to reach there