The Wood Brothers are playing,
I’m back in Williamsburg
In the heat of a swampy Tidewater day.
It’s raining outside,
A cool Pennsylvania New Year’s Eve rain
And that delta blues groove is drawing me in.
I could be sitting next to the James
With the wind blowing lightly,
The spirit of Carter’s Grove as conflicted as ever.
The land fit for a king,
Supported on the forced servitude of slaves,
Evolved into a sanctuary for me.
And The Wood Brothers are tapping into that energy
Sending my soul to that place where I care
The one where I wish I could wave my hands to erase history
The history of slavery,
The history of doubt,
The one where my head spins without reason.
Truth is those cool breezes spoke to me,
I knew they were telling me things could be better
For us, for me
That people could get along,
That I could be cool with me,
That New Year’s Eve could be sober.
Those breezes are still with me,
They blow a little stiffer now,
Especially, the warm one about caring and purpose
For I’m traveling,
With the energy of the new year,
And maybe I’ll wind up in Williamsburg for real, maybe not,
But one thing is sure,
I’m open to messages everywhere,
Apathy has no shot.