Coming to the end of two months in Miami, I found myself walking around a pool singing “I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know” over and over again. I must have been doing it for 10 minutes. My dog Teddy was waiting patiently for me to throw him a tennis ball. I didn’t. I went inside, set up a mic, and started to sing and snap, and the rest of it came out. Here we are. Almost 2018. Fires, hurricanes, deep divides, incredible support and love and abuse and war. We are constantly shattered and made whole again and again and again. And over and over, I find myself wondering what more I can do. Is it as simple as singing it out? I don’t know. But I keep trying. I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know You asked me for some proof A place without a wall I offered up my truth While all around us falls I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know You asked me how to clear The smoke from all the fires The water churning clear The truth from all the lies I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know But deep inside the heart A place without a buffer A place that’s torn apart A beautiful place to suffer I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know