The inklings of the song came to Clayton while he was sitting in his tiny NYC apartment, reading a news article about the growing socio-political divide, unsure of his own future, money worries, his first child on the way, and his father dying of cancer.
“My gaze was drawn into this photograph on the kitchen wall of my dad and me in Mexico
“My gaze was drawn into this photograph on the kitchen wall of my dad and me in Mexico
The inklings of the song came to Clayton while he was sitting in his tiny NYC apartment, reading a news article about the growing socio-political divide, unsure of his own future, money worries, his first child on the way, and his father dying of cancer.
“My gaze was drawn into this photograph on the kitchen wall of my dad and me in Mexico standing barefoot in the shallows of an estuary. Our arms around each other, the setting sun gently shining in our eyes and we are smiling.”
“My gaze was drawn into this photograph on the kitchen wall of my dad and me in Mexico standing barefoot in the shallows of an estuary. Our arms around each other, the setting sun gently shining in our eyes and we are smiling.”