I wrote the prose for this song (intentionally misspelled ) for my friend, and brilliant guitarist Jeff Brackett. We sat side by side endlessly in clubs answering requests - in rehearsals always pushing the envelope, constantly creating.
When we recorded these singles Joy and Mel Kay had recently joined and the Brookfield (now Brookfield North) legacy was embryonic and flourishing.
Lyrics
GOEN HOME
Here we are lovers of the midnight road
Freedom of the chance - goes untold
And I’m chasing down another sleepy dawn
Sunrise in replay - on and on
Goen Home
Now shoulder to shoulder - we pass the hours
Gypsy call boys on the wire - and down the road
Where children dream - tonight in small corners
Your set free - Goen Home
And through the shade of a long summer’s dream
I reach out my hand - do you see the plan?
It’s the crime of these modern times
Our Richard on the run - fit the part little
Scat - Goen Home… (fade)
