The Man Who Isn't There

Look at the sky

It belonged to a guy that

I knowAnd

I thought

I forgot long ago

Look at the trees

Didn't stop at the top, not for him

Used to borrow the wind for a walk

Look in his eyes for a dying flare

Look for the wind in his yellow hair

And pretend you see

The man who isn't there

Look at the sea

Used to save all his waves for hellos

Used to climb up

His highs, down his lows

Look at the birds

Used to flock as he walked

Through the street

Used to fly down and march at his feet

Look in his eyes for a dying flare

Look for the wind in his yellow hair

And pretend to see

The man who isn't there