Great to have worked on this song with
@Wicked Deeds Here's some notes about the song from Paul....
I have many songs that I have written over the years that I never really get around to recording. In fact I've misplaced whole albums because of this. Perhaps I should force myself to make rough recordings or at least write down the chords to songs that I intend to revisit eventually. lost was written about four years ago. Its a straight forward no nonsense kind of song, a simple message delivered with easy to play chords and a heartfelt melody. it's an honest account of my feelings as a I tried to conduct a distance relationship spanning from one side of the country to the other. Fast forward four years and it is now more poignant than ever after recent events in my life that I will still hopefully sort out. A song for someone that I love dearly. It captures a yearning to belong that embraces a feeling of being lost. After making a start on the production of this song, circumstances in my life wouldn't allow me to finish the recording but I knew a chap who was certainly up for the task and so John stepped in to steer this one home.
It's funny how music opens up doors to forge new friendships. I think that's true for both John and I. We have both been writing for many years and I think that we both kind of get each other quite well. This is a true collaboration. We both worked quickly and understood what we needed to do to make this work. A big thank you to pompeyjazz. I am sure the will be more to come when I am able access my studio toys again.
I'm hoping to make a full return to the forum soon but for now, I've much to sort out. I'd like to say a huge thank you t John. We are both delighted with this song.
"Lost, where is home?
Call the cops, use my phone."
Wicked
Lyrics
Lost
I've got the winter roads and the darkest night
that keep the woman that I love away from me.
I've got the thoughts that plague a worried man
and that longing look of love.
She's like a graceful dove,
there in the skies above
and I'm lost.
Don't let our love become a casualty.
Let wisdom be where it should be.
If your still waiting on the answer,
then wait for me.
I've got a lonely mile to walk before we meet.
I keep on polishing these shoes until the leather cracks.
I've got a worn out map that guides me back and forth;
may it always take me home.
I'm a refugee,
not the guy to be,
I'm lost.
Don't let the moonlight fool your aching heart.
Let wisdom be where it should be.
If your still waiting on the answer,
then wait for me.
Lost, where is home?
Call the cops, use my phone.
Lost, don't know where.
Maybe, you'll take my hand,
Perhaps you'll care
I've got the winter roads and the darkest night
That keep the woman that I love away from me.
away from me.
away from me.
Written by Paul Vasey
