The lyrics for this came partly from a poem I wrote in March 2018 called, “To Speak of the Day“.
The words morphed autonomously to the tune of the moment: namely, a way to escape feeling caged. This was catharsis. I found, as soon as I joined the ranks of “songwriters”–simply by having written a song–that I had gone beyond more than just one cage.
Out of the cage of “writing music is not something that you do.” Because it’s something I did and that counts.
Is this not just perfectly analogous to the cycle tour? Who am I to do this–me, who doesn’t know how to fix a bike beyond a flat tire (yet), who doesn’t have much money saved (yet), who doesn’t know any other language besides English (yet).
It is for me, because I will do it.
Mandolin Miles 