I held you back for years, but you,
You held me through my tears, my childlike helplessness.
But I regret being such a mess.
You can move on, I’m not too strong but
Strong enough to say sorry
The best thing to do
The times I’ve blocked your view
Or the headlong adventure you craved
We can still look for them together
The opportunities change, no matter
I brought you here content
And whatever else I meant
It wasn’t to crush you or hide you under a bush
Yet I’m afraid of heights still,
But I’m getting there, you and me
Shining out our light, upon the hill.
Strolling Down the Highway by Bert Jansch just
Came on my music player software.
And I am transported to a room somewhere
In a memory vault coated in dust
Three friends sit and share our last tobacco dregs
And analyse the techniques of fingerstyle folk
The music is enchanting, our voices softly spoke
And we lay on the carpet, no strength in our legs
The night fires were burning, dawn a glimmering dream
Our love for the music was all we required
We lived on plain pasta, and fruit that had expired
And often a pot of dark tea, on the fire, released steam
That magical summer before the digital age,
As a group of young students we told fantastic jokes
Amid the laughter, The tea, the chat and the smoke
We found connection to each other that’s so hard to gauge