A Face to Call Home

I was just getting to know a girl. And I started reconsidering just how difficult everything was going to be, right as [the doctor] was putting the needle through my neck. Cause I was still getting to know this girl, and I wasn't going to be able to talk to her. And she was more incredible than I ever thought. Because she would order for me. I would whisper in her ear and she would order for me with the waiter. Or I would whisper and she would tell people, "it's nice to meet you, he says." I did a lot of whispering. When I was in Montana and I wasn't speaking, with really bad cell phone service—really bad internet service out there, I mean. Cell phone isn't great either, but the internet's not great for iChat. Lot of dropped video frames. She was so patient as to continue to get to know me and love me while we'd be on speakerphone and look at intermittent photos of each other coming through this really choked satellite internet. This is a long time coming for the both of us, and I want to dedicate this next song to my Katy, who is my face to call home.

[Twitter question about drums on "A Face to Call Home" deleted by user]

Correct. Two different kits. Ending is really classic Michael Brauer mixing. I wasn’t afraid to ask for “The Coldplay.”

You know, I often wonder when I will know I've met the one. And the metric that I use is, when I find the face — and I don't mean this in, like, a physical hotness way — but when I find the face that looks like home. And that led me, years ago, to write a song called A Face To Call Home. Is it autobiographical? Not yet. But, you know, dress for the job you want. Write a song for the life you want.