Lostfolk from Lostfolk by Gaz Brookfield

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.

• Folk
• acoustic
• folk
• folk punk
• folk rock
• singer-songwriter
• Bristol