I wrote this one day while driving through and around Fostoria and Arcadia, Ohio. The a' cappella track "Change in the Air, Change on the Wing" was also written that day. When I'm driving through places as depressing as these towns I tend to sing alot and make up my own songs if I get tired of what's playing on my stereo. Most of the time, it's way more interesting than what they force upon you through the radio. I suppose that day was destined to be a productive one, since I saw it coming early that morning. To make a long and not really that interesting story short, I woke up early that morning and thought to myself "damn my circadian rhythms are all messed up". Because of this, I started trying to figure out what that town out in Northwestern Ohio that sounds like "Circadian" was called. I remembered that it was Arcadia. When I arrived at work, I found out that I was to be sent out to Arcadia to make a delivery. Weird.
11.) Closing Hymn: On Guard Til the End
Asleep inside my room to rest your tired eyes, I’ll protect you with my life. I’ll stand here by your side, tough times we can abide. We aren’t running, we won’t hide.
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