Rob Redhead - I'm Not Gone

Rob Redhead - I'm Not Gone

The clock above the doorway ticks,
And nobody else can hear it.
A thousand little sounds a day
When you're a world away.

Music in the far distance, footsteps on a polished floor,
Someone out in the hall, the closing of a door.
A small bird pays me a visit, tapping on the window pane,
White swans gather on the Tweed, and the yellow boat sails again.

I'm not gone
I'm not gone
I'm not gone
I'm not gone

Let's head out into the summer land, it's such a nice day,
Pick up your guitar and lets rock out, so they say.

Happy times down at the Castle Inn when we were young,
Macc Lads, chips and gravy, all great fun.
One day you might hear me singing up on the High Street,
I'll turn it up extra loud so you can feel the Shapes beat.

I'm not gone
I'm not gone
I'm not gone
I'm not gone
I'm not gone
I'm not gone
I'm not gone
I'm not gone


Written, Performed and Recorded by Rob Redhead 2026