I'm learning to live by myself on my own. I'm 40 years old. It's time to come home. I've packed it up, moved it up and carried it around. Now it's Independence Day in our town.

Not all of our friends are all sunny and wise. We're the 'found' generation sadly built upon lies. If you're aching for beauty as much as for truth, there's a price you can pay to cut loose. There's lots of holiday boats spinning around in the bay. They're all anchored to something. I guess they're destined that way.

Not that heartache and freedom don't spin me around. They come in holding hands when they come to my town. But I read that Tragic Romantics would be better all 'round if they'd accept that they're empty and sit down. There's a Paul Simon song that just tears me apart...about the Statue of Liberty and a hole in a heart.

Now this cabin's as small as I ever have known. But I get sunrise for breakfast and my nights are my own. And I watch the ferry boats chugging folks back into town as Independence Day closes down. There's a fireworks lightshow but it can't compare with this moon. You can take things for granted. And that can lead you to ruin.

So I'm learning to live by myself on my own. I'm 40 years old. It's time to come home. I've packed it up, moved it up, carried it around and now it's Independence Day in my town.