A few years ago I sold most of what I had and left Seattle on a motorcycle. For about a year I lived without a permanent address and traveled to each corner of the US, staying at motels, B&Bs, camping, and couch surfing with friends. I'll always be grateful for that experience. I wrote this song in anticipation for the trip.

The long fingerstyle outro is technically a separate piece called "The Ride", but I almost always play them together.

The Great Escape (demo)

It's kind of a confession, but its happy tone and silly lyrics should indicate just how guilty I feel.

Chronic Case of Free
Tuning: EBDGBE, capo 2nd fret strings 6-3

It’s like sand between my fingers
From the hourglass of time
I could cup my hands more tightly 
Had I only half a mind

And were not just so distracted by the colors of the masses 
Of autumn leaves that blanket the autumn ground
It’s hard to figure physics when you’re busy picking favorites
From amongst the shades of yellow, red, and brown

So as it stands I’m imprisoned in this state
I watch the time fly by and hope to God that it won’t someday be too late

To make the most of me
Eventually
‘cuz right now I’d rather climb that tree
Or sail the sea leisurely, contemplate infinity
Locked inside a field of liberty, catching a chronic case of free

Yeah, I suppose a healthy diet
Of production and enjoyment could be fair
Yeah, I suppose someday I’ll try it
I’ll give you a call when I get there
Or I’ll just text you if I start to care

And if ironically this way of life works out for me

Then yeah when all my days are done
I’ll have a PhD in having too much fun
Yeah and I'll let you know the outcome
I'll give you a call when I face death
Or I'll just text you with my final breath

David Augustus