It was late, the plane delayed
I grabbed the car and drove away
It was a stormy night in Truro
And it had been a bad day
It had been a bad day
She didn’t say where she was going
She didn’t say where she’d been
I picked her up in the east lane
Where she was hitching in the rain
She was hitching in the rain
She said...
Sometimes I feel like I could disappear
And sometimes I wish that I would
I know it’s not safe to be standing out here
In this kind of bad neighbourhood
So if you don’t mind the company
Take me as far as you’re going
This jacket has holes in its sleeves
And it looks like it’s gonna be snowing
So we talked about the weather
She didn’t tell me her name
But I recognized her face
When the newspaper came
When the newspaper came
She was somebody’s daughter
She could have been somebody’s wife
And I let her out at the off ramp
The last night of her life
The last night of her life.
The new EP from Scottish songwriter Alec Bowman_Clarke goes deep, setting vulnerable lyrics to gentle melodies & stripped-back arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 30, 2021
Alec Bowman perfectly captures the dark soil under the pastoral world of British folk with this collection of melancholy originals. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2020