Lyrics
Up on the ridge
I watch it all roll in
Sunset to sunrise
You know just where I've been
I found the lodestar
Now I see everything
The moon birds drift on the peppermint wind
Oooooo uh-uh-uh [ x 4 ]
Down on the lake
Oh I'm imagining
Out on the water
I close my eyes and sing
I'm travelling up and away
On a gust of wind
And down to Baker Lane
Down to Baker Lane
Baker Lane, Baker Lane [ x 2 ]
Oooooo uh-uh-uh [ x 4 ]
Up on the ridge
Oh I see everything
A view like no other
I wish you could take it in
I'm travelling up and away
On a gust of wind
And down to Baker Lane
Down to Baker Lane
Baker Lane
Baker Lane is the name of a tiny street in St Andrews (Fife, Scotland), connecting two of the town's main streets (Market Street and South Street). When I lived there as a student, Baker Lane became one of my favourite spots. The cliffs of the Fife Coastal Path, looking out onto the North Sea, are just a kilometre or so away.
This song is basically about space - our need for both enclosed spaces (for comfort) and open spaces (for perspective!).
Credits
Merlyn Driver: vocals, acoustic guitar, seed pod rattles, foot stomps Anna Merryfield: backing vocals
Ben Walker: steel guitar