Scott Alan...

Scott Alan has, in the last few weeks, become one of my favorite song writers. And here is an example on why....

"West"

Winter here is coming
The leaves are almost gone
You can hear the birds migrating
Through the sky lit autumn dawn
The colors here are changing
There's no green in sight
And the snow has made it's entrance
So the ground is paved in white

I'm sure you're doing great out west
And you're fine out on your own
But know the front door key still works
If you chose to come back home

Have you made a lot of friends there
In this new life that you've made?
Are there days that you think maybe
You should possibly have stayed?

I'm sure you're happy where you are
And you do not miss the cold
But remember where the spare key sits
If you want to come back home

There'll be seconds, sometimes minutes
Where your face won't cross my mind
There'll be days that I'm not angry
That you left me here behind
And I know you've gone to find yourself
It doesn't make the pain hurt less
When I'm here all alone I wonder
How I'd fare out west

Oh I'd sail upon my feet
And the sounds of the pacific ocean
I'd be basking in the heat
With my face lathered in suntan lotion
And all the stars I'd see
While they're driving on gold streets
No none of that competes
With living here out east

Cuz though I miss you
And God do I miss you
A life out there would make me feel
Incomplete

Cuz I'd miss the change in seasons
And the smell of fire wood
And though I'll be out to visit
New York's my home for good
I'm sure you're happy where you are
And you're fine out on your own
Just know I'm here with open arms if you find yourself
Back home.