More Than Good Enough For Me

early work
Liner notesOh man, this is a trip. I know exactly who this was written for and I never played it for her. She’d have loved it, I think. It was one of those friendships where in retrospect we were going out for months, but nobody bothered to tell me.

Midnight on Lade Braes *The scenic route from St Andrews to the halls out west,
The first clear moon of the year
On your face, the shadows play,
In your voice there is fear
You’re no distressed damsel,
And shining armour’s never suited me
But we can run away together,
And babe, that’s more than good enough for me.

Two guitars in the kitchen,
Folk songs through the night
You sang House of the Rising Sun,
I sang Don’t Think Twice, It’s Alright
You’re no Joan Baez,
Dylan has a better voice than me
But we sound good together,
And babe, that’s more than good enough for me

On a mountainside in Forfarshire,
The clouds gather on the terrain
You put a hand on my shoulder,
We weren’t expecting rain
You’re not Heather *Heather Reid was a meteorologist on BBC Scotland. No, YOU had a mild crush on her, shut up.
And I’m not Rob McElwee
But we can shelter each other,
And babe, that’s more than good enough for me