On Memorial Day weekend, 2015, the Blanco River rose to an unprecedented height. Eleven lives were tragically lost, and countless others were changed forever. I was driving home from a show that night on Fischer Store Road after learning that other routes were blocked; the river had already destroyed the bridge that I was driving toward, but the news had not reached my ears, and no warning signs had been placed. My vision was obscured by the constant rain as I rounded the corner toward the bridge. I drove slowly, expecting to see debris or running water. I saw neither, but something told me to stop. I exited my car and slowly walked forward, straining to get a clear view of the road ahead of me. Suddenly, a flash of lightning illuminated the scene. Where there should have been a bridge, there was nothing but a cliff. I was standing a few steps away from the edge, with my car where I had stopped it, about ten feet behind me. To say I was terrified would be an understatement; I am still haunted by the sound of rushing water and the icy fear that gripped me in that moment. I thank God that I was able to make it home safely to my family, and I remain sorrowfully aware that other families were left waiting for a return that would never come. I wrote this song about my experience with the "Memorial Day Flood" of 2015, including the fear and the sadness that will never leave me, and this video contains footage of the bridge that was destroyed on Fischer Store Rd (courtesy of Clinton Bailey), along with riverside footage from a beautiful location on the Blanco River (The Waters Point in Wimberley). Please take a few minutes to watch and share this video; we truly appreciate it!