Live acoustic recording


A song about the fears and anxiety associated with returning home after a holiday and hospitalisation to the possibility of life after mental illness - “is there a life still there for me...”. The experience of betrayal by your own mind, by your own thoughts and the subsequent re-writing of your personal narrative as you recover is guaranteed to make a puree of your self confidence.


Going Home

Walking out under starlight

I’m a half moon wonderer

Dogs do bark at the night

Putting me to rights


Time drags slow

The sludge under the bridge

Felt so low

Like coffins in their pits


Going home

To a second chance

Does a life still wait for me?

Going home

To uncertain times

Is there life line there for me?


Gloom is passing from mine eyes

It’s a specialty I’ve found

Wish away the day all day

With minutes missing peace


Time drags slow

The sludge under the bridge

Felt so low

Like coffins in their pits


Going home

To a second chance

Does a life still wait for me?

Going home

To uncertain times

Is there life line there for me?


I felt so happy sad

I’ve been so mopey glad....