Crowded around a kitchen table,
Tonight, we are in the business of solving problems;
The world has plenty to go around.
With every sip, the challenges become less.
Every rotation of a record means something new.

Our days of festive evenings have passed.
We are here now.
Or, perhaps at a corner bar.
We are together, though.
It is something new;
A spirit of revelry.

The world seems to find us standing still.
All the while, days on the calendar escape us.
Time betrays us all.
All the while, exposing our greatness weakness, hesitance.
But not now.
Here, time slows down.
The kitchen table could be a pew.
We are filling each other up.
This is the spirit of revelry.

With the window down,
Emotion pours onto the street.
It is displayed in two-part harmony.
A representation of who I am;
Something for all to hear.
There are those who disagree.
Despite the volume, the message isn’t meant for them.

It is the pain I feel.
The joy in my soul.
The lies I tell myself.
An ideal.
These songs are me.
A hum and a stretch of road,
Meant to signify the coming of life.

So much to experience with the windows down.