“Don’t forget this one…” The muffled sound of music plays in the background.
“Which one?” I ask, not able to discern a melody through the phone lines, me in Nashville, her in Minneapolis. She can’t remember the title, but she will. ¶
My sister, Jody, sings along with the music in the car, “Call me from this boat, I wanna walk on the water.” It’s my song about wanting to escape from the doldrums of life, into something more fantastic — there’s got to be something more, kind of thing.