something big's about to happen and the sun's about to set... brand new babies being born somewhere, glistening and wet; and my feet remember recent rugged rambles that a lot of me has been trying to forget... and it's a long long road to tallahassee and i haven't even started yet. i've got a pile of maps and legends sleeping by my garden gate. i fill my coffee to the edge these days. i'm always fifteen minutes late. and there's someone out there going places, writing down songs, in every town, in every city, in every state. and so i'm going down to tallahassee. i can hardly wait. i've got a piece of information. i've got a map. i've got a plan. i'm going down to tallahassee to find out how this all began. you always tell me where you're going. but you never say the route. catalogs of destinations. sometimes you whisper. sometimes you shout. there's a reason all the songs end up just the way they do. there's a vagueness that leaves little room for doubt. and so i'm going down to tallahassee. i'm going to sort this whole thing out.