This is the song that explains what Lostfolk means to me. Special thanks to John Hare and Foz for their horn section work.
Foolishly, I thought I knew my place,
That certainty has left without a trace,
Set adrift, no compass to be found,
Directionless and about to run aground..
Lost among the mirrors and the smoke,
Lost in the punchline of a badly written joke,
We can't fix it if we don't know how it broke,
We're just lost folk, we're just lost folk.
Never right, but also not all that far left,
Not submerged but it's still hard to catch my breath,
Not middle aged or old, but definitely not young,
Up to speed but still don't know what's going on.
And I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who feels this way,
Forever int he dark, yet blinded by the day,
So if you're as lost as me then gather round,
Because along we maybe lost, but together there's a chance that we'll be found.
I'm sat in our van, in a layby in the Midlands awaiting the exuberant excitement tomorrow... This is where it's at!
Love and Light and Laughter to all that made this little slice of magic whilst supporting mental health. Myself, the universe and many others thank you.
I don't wanna go home - good job I live in a van 😁 Stella O'Farrell