It feels like it most days, and as soon as the weather starts to cool down, patios close, and we’re cooped up inside… something tells me it’s going to feel a lot worse. And yet, in the worst of times we can always turn to music for comfort and healing, happiness, and even a distraction from everything going on around us.
And sometimes a songwriter can take everything you’ve been feeling and simply find the words when you can’t. Luke Combs’ “Six Feet Apart” manages to do that as well as any song we’ve heard this year:
“I miss my mom, I miss my dad I miss the road, I miss my band Giving hugs and shaking hands It’s a mystery I suppose Just how long this thing goes But there’ll be crowds and there’ll be shows And there will be light after dark Some day when we aren’t six feet apart.”