Here’s a song that I started writing yesterday afternoon after a long car-trip in the howling, building wind. Then I set it down. Slept through the big midwestern storm to end all storms (was it anything at all?). And early this morning I woke up and finished it off and recorded it. You can kinda hear the pre-dawn in my voice.

As it usually happens, when the weather starts turning my songs start turning. Start getting colder. More blue in the lips. Frigid.

I wrote a bunch of cold-weather songs at the beginning of last winter. “Out in the Cold Cold Wind,” “Unworried Mind,” “Mister Mayor Says (I’m guided by the love of gold),” to name a few. A couple of those made it on my “It’s Chicago!” album, that I’m sure everyone has, but, if not, you can get it at CDBaby or iTunes.

This song, today, is played in standard, 6-string guitar tuning. It’s finger-picked. It uses bar-chords. The music was a mistake really. No capos were used. I picked out the song and then started writing the words. I wasn’t even trying to write a song. It just popped out.

I have a pretty good idea what this is about. What do you think?