Every time we play this song I can't help but think of this moment. I was so distraught that I had to write the lyrics down on a post-it. I also used a memory technique by painting my fingernails black with silver sparkles. This helped me remember "dark and dusty, painted on the sky".
The part about "driving down the road I get a feeling that I should've been home yesterday" reminds me of my stepmother being out of state and frantically driving home after my father had his sudden heart attack. I was beside myself with the decision to not tell her he was already gone. I just couldn't do it. I just couldn't be the one to break her heart. Not when I couldn't even handle how mine was breaking too.
This was by far one of the hardest things I've ever done, but I felt I had to do it to honor my father who I owe all of my musical inspiration. John Denver was his favorite singer/songwriter.
After the funeral, I grieved by throwing myself into music and I haven't looked back. Fred and I wrote our first original song, Cynical, three months after my Dad's funeral.