| The Man Who Isn't There |
|---|
| Look at the sky |
| It belonged to a guy |
| That I know |
| And 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 |
| You see the man |
| Who isn’t there |
