Maybe this is unfair, but I've always assumed that there's not much going on in the little noggin of a mourning dove. They always look like they just realized where they are. Yet I somehow found myself venturing deep into the soul of a mourning dove today...

Zero to song in one day! Very fun. It was interesting trying to figure out if the natural home was G or a modal D. Think I pushed it toward G ultimately, but it lives in between.

#country #birds #fullproduction

I never quite know where I’m going Can’t always say where I’ve been Whenever that wind starts a blowing, my friend It seems I start over again

I rarely make plans with others I do what I can to get by But sometimes I sit here and wonder all day If you would be willing to try

Chorus: So won’t you help me to land on the line Keep me from flying away Sing me a song as the daylight gets long And things just might turn out my way

Inside my heart there’s a feeling So hard to figure it out Sometimes I catch you stealing a glance And it leaves me without any doubt

So let’s take on this big world together Bobbing our heads as we go We’ve always been birds of a feather And now it’s time you know

[Chorus]