From the recording The Real Truth
I wrote Jordan Year years ago with my former collaborators in Crawlspace as a document of the desperate, co-dependent, and fearful state that I was in at age 23 (Michael Jordan’s number). This song typifies my approach to songwriting. It was not written for any person in particular but is a crystallization of many memories and experiences all centered around the feeling of needing other people too much. This lack of self-support was a governing force in my childhood and this song has been a dear friend in recognizing this pattern and trying to heal it.
Lyrics
It's my jordan year she said
As we breathed in the dry air and envied the riverbed
There were little birds in the cuffs of her jeans
She laughed and we joked that she was their home, a walking evergreen
I can truly see at last
And it looks like these memories are hiding in frosted glass
I was in her arms the first night it snowed
And who I had been was lost to the wind, but some things never go
I don't want this feeling anymore
I don’t wanna fossilize in bed
Half closed eyes—static, ignored
But the sun doesn’t always burn this red
The real truth about it is
I can’t change a feeling I can’t touch
And when I find someone who cares
I need 'em too much, I need 'em too much
I need 'em too much, I need 'em too much
I need 'em too much, I need 'em too much
I need 'em too much, I need 'em too much
I need 'em too much, I need 'em too much
I need 'em too much, I need 'em too much
I don't want this feeling anymore
I don’t wanna fossilize in bed
Half closed eyes—static, ignored
But the sun doesn’t always burn this red