Before You Teach

A few hours before class, find Tinton Road, Drive 'til the traffic’s gone and the journey’s slowed. The trees will stand still, a quiet brigade, Casting long shadows, making sunlight fade. Wind your way through the forest, find the perfect spot, Kill the engine, now the hurry's forgot. On foot, take your steps, speed's not your goal, You're prepping for students, let the lessons unfold. Here on the ancient road, where time is slow, Feel the world relax, let your spirit grow. Each step, a story, each breath, a song, On this unmapped journey, where you truly belong. Dig into the bank where the earth frames the sky, Find the egg-shaped rocks lodged deep in its side. Fractured by millennia, tales in stone, A thing unhatched, turns to stone on its own. Think of the mountain lion, waiting there, Hunger's his nature, he’s quiet with care. Claw marks in mud, long and deep, Count them like a melody, a tune to keep. Here on the ancient road, where time is slow, Feel the world relax, let your spirit grow. Each step, a story, each breath, a song, On this unmapped journey, where you truly belong. When you’re coming home, roll down all the glass, C2 (slide C2 up 2) G Drive fast through the dust, breathe the dirt you pass. Let it coat you now, your papers and skin, The sweat of the journey, the taste of what’s been. In the classroom, you’ll carry the wisdom of dust, You'll speak to your students with a kind of trust. From your journey’s essence, these lessons you’ve tasted, C2 (slide C2 up 2) Infuse every word, no moment wasted. Here on the ancient road, where time is slow, Feel the world relax, let your spirit grow. Each step, a story, each breath, a song, On this unmapped journey, you truly belong. X2