Spent time far away,
spent your days lost in grey
and wishes I suppose
mean nothing when
they're tossed away.
And your form and your face,
like some place that I knew
still return to me now.

Oh well, I suppose
I've gone beyond
caring for those
who think like you.
And yes, I suppose
you were that way.
And yes, I suppose
I came to find...

All the way
to Boylan Heights-
How are you?
All the way but not today
they came looking for me.
All the way down to the park
and I never saw you there.