Zach Berkman

It seems a long time since I lived down the long road and through the woods in the house where I grew up. And every morning I woke up to the sunrise over the Illinois River. Then I turned sixteen and found out the sun rises nearly as beautiful riding the early morning train as the glow lights up Lake Michigan. I discovered what it meant to play guitar and sing and write, and perhaps played and sang too often and too loud for my aunt and uncle who I lived with at the time. But by 18, I was in New York City where I've been ever since. Now the sunrise is the end to a beautiful night more often than it is the start of a beautiful day, but that doesn't mean I'm not still looking. These songs are fact and fiction, but none are lies. Thank you for listening.