Move On

My friend Bob now resides on the other side of the world. He and Bernie upped sticks one day, grabbed up the kids, and took the next flight out of Heathrow. Or that's how it seemed at the time.

Before Bob left he was writing songs for fun: he was a one man songwriting machine. This was one he was desperate to be picked up by a 'name'. It's good enough too, it really is. There's still time.

I've got one or two myself that I would love a 'name' to pick up on. One day. Maybe.

Bob Wilsea-Smith - Move On