My last dispatch was from as far away as I could get this summer, the tip of a peninsula off Nova Scotia. After that, we spent a few days by Lake Ossipee in New Hampshire before returning to the Texas heat. I especially appreciated those last few days of vacation knowing they would soon end. Walking back from the beach by the lake, I started singing to myself: “There’s nothing like the sun and the sand…” and this song was born. That night I fell asleep to the rain in the trees and had a vivid nightmare (as I often did while away). When I arrived back home to happy dogs that needed walking and wilting plants that needed watering, I was glad to be busy back home. That’s the story told in the verses of this song about how getting away is made sweeter by impending return. And how what we learn while away is buried back in our busy days.
Lake Ossipee
My daughter Anais playing with her cousin in Lake Ossipee on a cloudy day
The chorus comes from another place, Irvin Yalom, a great psychiatrist whose books I discovered last year. In the relaxed mood of unscheduled afternoons I thought about his existential view of the human condition (which you will discover upon listening) and how we make peace on those ideal days with all the difficult realities we must return to.
J Molin
There's Something (Irv Said)
J Molin There's Something (Irv Said)

There’s Something (Irv Said)

Capo on 3rd fret G                                                  D There’s nothing like the sun and the sand C                                              G The feeling of a smooth rock in the palm of your hand Em                              B7 Sneaking a peek at the girls getting tans C                                              D Forgetting for an hour about all of your plans There’s something ’bout wind and the waves Lying on the beach just watching kids play Everything’s so simple when you’re not in the maze But you know you’ve got go home in a few days Em                      Bm Your isolation, your mortality C                                                G Your meaninglessness and your freedom Em                        B7 As Irvin said, these four things are given C                                          D Now it’s up to you to do go something with em There’s nothing like the rain in the trees Outside your window as you’re falling asleep Waking to the thunder in the middle of the night Staring at the dark between the flashes of light There’s something bout a dream that so real You know it’s not true but it’s all you can feel I dreamt that you left me cause I didn’t understand In the morning you told me you’d never abandon me Isolation, mortality Meaninglessness a-and freedom As Irvin said, these four things are given So get out of your head and find yourself a rhythm There’s nothing like arriving back home When you’ve been gone for a while and your sick of the road The dogs are all their wagging their tails at the door You water the plants feeling totally restored There’s something out there calling your name It opens a door on how the whole thing gets framed But back in your bed you sleep so long and deep That you forget what it said like a secret you keep Isolation, mortality Meaninglessness a-and freedom As Irvin said, these four things are given So take a nice vacation and go do some livin! There’s something.