I kept coming back to one question while writing this.

Can a song document a moment the same way a photograph or journal entry can?

Oh, Baby… Can’t You See?

(mmm… yeah…

cry for the land where the people sleep
blind are the ones that they trust to lead
truth gets buried deep in the ground
and wise old voices… don’t make a sound

we cheer for the cruel, we clap for the strong
even when we know that it’s all wrong
no love for the world, no tongues but our own
we dance on a stage of skin and bone

ohhh baby, don’t you see what’s gone?
rights we had… now almost gone
we trade our voice for a lullaby
while freedom waves… goodbye

fat on the riches, lost in the dream
but hunger still cries underneath the sheen
power takes and we just give
too tired to fight, too numb to live

and the silence… oh it screams
as the flag fades from our dreams
my sweet, sweet land of liberty
why you cryin’… why you cryin’… for me?

ohhh baby… land of the brave?
now we’re sleepwalkin’ to the grave
tears fall down from sea to sea
my country…
cried for me)

This track became less about making a political statement and more about capturing the emotional weight of watching a country you love feel unfamiliar.

Curious how others decide when a song should tell a story versus simply preserve a feeling.