Listen to the track:
Tripping Out
A walk into Wembury Wood becomes something stranger and deeper as the path bends, the light shifts, and the ordinary world starts to fall away. Among leaf-shadow, damp earth, roots and birdsong, the song follows a quiet escape from noise into a place that feels ancient, dreamlike, and just slightly uncanny. Not frightening, but otherworldly, it is about losing yourself a little and coming back clearer.
Verse 1
Down past the lane where the nettles lean
Into the hush of a summer green
Sun in shards on the foxed old floor
Same old wood, but it’s something more
Bluebells fading, the ferns knee-high
Crows like ink in a rinsed-out sky
Every branch has a crooked grin
Like the trees know where I have been
Chorus
I’m tripping out in Wembury Wood
Gone where the light bends strange and good
Leaf-shadow dancing across my shoes
Losing the road and the old bad news
Tripping out where the ash trees stood
Half in a dream and half in the mud
Nothing to prove and nothing to prove
Just me and the wood and the wood and the wood
Verse 2
There’s a buzz in the air by the broken bank
Warm earth, pine, and the smell of damp
Rabbit rustle and blackbird call
A world this small can contain it all
The path runs off then it runs back round
Roots like veins in the breathing ground
I swear the moss on the leaning stone
Softly said, “You’re not alone”
Chorus
I’m tripping out in Wembury Wood
Gone where the light bends strange and good
Leaf-shadow dancing across my shoes
Losing the road and the old bad news
Tripping out where the ash trees stood
Half in a dream and half in the mud
Nothing to prove and nothing to prove
Just me and the wood and the wood and the wood
Verse 3
Thought I saw, through the silver birch,
Old lost hours in a kind of church
Not made of brick and not made of slate
Just wind and memory holding wait
And all the things that I could not name
Looked less heavy and less the same
By the time that the west sky burned
I was not healed, but I had turned
Chorus
I’m tripping out in Wembury Wood
Gone where the light bends strange and good
Leaf-shadow dancing across my shoes
Losing the road and the old bad news
Tripping out where the ash trees stood
Half in a dream and half in the mud
Nothing to prove and nothing to prove
Just me and the wood and the wood and the wood
Outro
So if I wander, let me roam
Some places feel more true than home
Deep in the green where the day once stood
Tripping out in Wembury Wood