ListenDriving home from a northwest tour, we were coming down an Oregon mountain on 101, a summery pretty day, and started passing cops on the side of the road, looking for something in the grass. We thought it was curious, started paying attention. After 2 or 3 of them we saw a big line-up of police cars with flashing lights, the freeway closed, and a bunch of police with their guns drawn, pointing to the middle of the road, just as we passed, a young man, 16 or 17 years old, in front of a beat-up car that had run into the middle barrier, throws his hands up and falls to his knees.
The look on his face: terror, sadness, childhood.
To see such a turning point, such a vulnerable, awful moment for another human, tore me up. I couldn't help but cry it out, write it down, want to help him. I don't know what had happened, what he was involved with, if he'd done something bad.
But at that moment I just wanted to help him know it would be ok.
The song came together in the weeks after that and I recorded it at home and it was put on the shelf for a few years. And on one of those listening sessions I do sometimes, that covers songs I've recorded at home over a few years, I found it again, and it got to me, I wanted it out in the open.
I sing it for that young man, for myself in times when you feel like you can't get lower, that there's always a way up again. Things shift up, they shift down, this can always be counted on.
There's a good human element in us I think, that when we share such an intense moment with someone, we keep a part of that person with us always, we bond with them, even if we never know them or see them again, our paths have crossed in a way we'll remember. I hope he's ok. Send him some good thoughts.
Lyrics
To the boy who was caughtCrashed the car and gave upI saw your faceAs you fell to your kneesI don’t know what you didI saw them look for somethingI saw them in the grassI cried for miles afterJust like your mama willTo the boy who gave upIn the Oregon sunWith the red shining lightsAnd the dogs waiting byI don’t care what you didI saw them pointing their gunsI saw your arms raised highI cried for miles afterJust like your mama willOh Boy don’t give upMusic verse and chorusTo the child who was trapped (double octave)Guns at your backIt’s not your last ChanceWhy’d you do what you did?You’ve fallen hard upon the pavementThe sun is shining kind upon you Let it go, take it off, take it off hereSpread it out on the ground , it feels goodTo GIVE UP We leave Tuesday, July 29th for Salem and the Northwest! A new tour!
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