The song emerged from a jam with Gil Murray, a friend I met in Queensferry, who happened to come from Ayr like me, and who also had fond memories of Greenan Shore, just to the south of the town. The lyric isn’t completely transparent, but is definitely the song of someone who’s past the middle of his life.
Was the softest of days
And you may have been there
The wind was like lace
You may have been there
When something in the pattern changes
And little things combine
I am weary of the distance
I keep noticing the time.
Norman Lamont 2002