The Pier

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I believe that mystical experiences can grab hold of us from within ordinary "stuff."  On one summer night in 2007, I sat next to my best friend on a pier in Rogers Park in Chicago.  We decided to lie down so we could look at the sky, and we used our flip-flops as pillows for our heads.  That moment became this song.

"The Pier"

Instrumentation: lots of guitars

Ripples in the lake whisper words so faint

No ears could hear them

But our hearts receive the summer's night's saint 

Saying, "Pay attention, open your eyes, trust what's real, arise"

So we lay down, backs on the pier

Heads on our flip-flops, eyes on stars so clear

We swear we saw the heavens tear into two

Giving the stars room to say, "I love you, too"

And I...I love you, too

Winter ripples stand still

A moment frozen in boundless time

Accepting the mystery without reason

But maybe with the help of a rhyme

These words fall short, like grabbing the wind

This song's but a shadow in the light of where we've been

But the heavens burst open in the blink of your eye

And I believe I catch a glimpse of heaven

As lovely as you and I