Songwriting pops up anywhere anytime. You could equate it with a ripe walnut falling from a tree. Sometimes the walnut lands a little distance away, ok; sometimes it nearly lands on you. From a songwriting standpoint, in the first case you think you’re lucky. In the second, you think you’re blessed.
War changes people. This is a story about the songwriter’s father and how he never came back to normal after coming back from Vietnam. As sad a story as it is it does have a good ending.
~DG