Living in New York, I cross tracks with a lot of ambitious people. We're talking ambition with rabies, here. But even in the remotest mountain village, most folks have their sights set on something just out of reach.

Not long after you chomp into your forbidden fruit, that triumph often just becomes another hole punched in the card of life and some new sparkly new obstacle presents itself. The chase is on again. That's just the nature of the beast.

As imprisoned as we may feel by everything standing between us and our shiny prize, I think that the act of waiting it out is more of a finishing school than a jail. My lyric about "[salting] the gilded cage with tears" boils down to how anguish flavors our dearest captivities until we awaken from their fugue state with our feet planted back on the solid ground. Then we move on. After all, we were made for it.

I wrote "The Homecoming" as a love song for the seemingly attainable- however that might look to you. It's an ode to whatever it takes to get you giddy and dancing with your demons in that interim between setting a goal and meeting it, or letting it go. Don't miss out on that in-between place at any cost!