Verse 1 
When the young die before their time, 
The old hearts are broken too. 
Your story only just began, 
Yet no one played your part for you.

Chorus
lived my life, now I’m giving to you,
To dance, to laugh, to carry your tune.
These feet are slow, but yours are still new,
leap where I can’t, let your spirit shine through.


Verse 2
If she danced on the street,
Flowers rise from the cracks at her feet.
Winter’s grey would leave from our sight,
Bringing us back to the warmth of light.

Chorus
lived my life, now I’m giving to you,
To dance, to laugh, to carry your tune.
These feet are slow, but yours are still new,
leap where I can’t, let your spirit shine through.

Verse 3
People are changed in a moment with you,
Time leaves its mark, then it vanishes too.
You gave us a light that will never decay,
A gift we keep close though you’ve gone away.

Chorus
lived my life, now I’m giving to you,
To dance, to laugh, to carry your tune.
These feet are slow, but yours are still new,
leap where I can’t, let your spirit shine through.

ooh
dance,  laugh, carry your tune

ooh
dance,  laugh, carry your tune

Leap where I can’t

I feel incredibly lucky to be the age I am. Born into the world when the Beatles changed everything, shaped by the great song storytellers of the ’70s, swept up in the sound revolutions of punk, disco, and new wave, and partied through the electric ’80s. Now in my 60s, I get to draw on all of that — life, love, chaos, beauty — and stand on the shoulders of giants to tell my own stories in song

This album was never meant for the charts — it was meant for me.
Written after a scotch or two on quiet Saturday nights, these 11 tracks carry the fingerprints of a life lived, loved, lost, and occasionally laughed at.

Some songs are straight from experience. Others? They wandered in after a few top-shelf drams and made themselves at home. Together, they make up a personal mixtape of memory and imagination — reflections whispered to the only audience that truly matters.

An Audience of One is not just a title.
It’s a reminder that sometimes the most honest songs are sung when no one else is listening.

Leap where I can’t

Saturday Ghosts