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 to see
The man who isn't there