This is a song that Terrys mate Gavin Harwood wrote and played beautifully at Terrys wake. Gav was able to be with Terry at the end, however he had a few navigation issues getting from Sawtell to where Terry was in Hurstville in Sydney.
I got lost in Hurstville - Gavin Harwood.
My friend said don’t be sad, don’t you cry for me.
Too many tears are falling, I do not want to see.
The time has come for me to go, I do not want to leave.
So meet me in Harrington, or somewhere by the sea.
I got lost in Hurstville the day my best friend died.
Got lost in Hurstville when I saw your family cry.
Got lost in Hurstville, you would do it to.
Those roads all lead to nowhere when there’s nothing else to do.
Now when I sit quietly and listen for your reels
Play “St.James Infirmary” ,just one more time for me.
The waistcoat that you bought me, hangs with pride and place.
For a band that’s not forgotten, now our efforts go to waste.
Falling feels like flying for just a little while.
Time we think is always on our side.
You lived your life, you had it all. Can’t say you didn’t try.
I got lost in Hurstville, the day my best friend died.
I got lost in Hurstville the day you past away.
You didn’t want to go but you knew you couldn’t stay.
I got lost in Hurstville, it isn’t hard to do.
Those roads all lead to somehere, but not one of them to you.