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.