Waking up and finding he's not there.
Sleepy, looking 'round to find out where I am.
Get out of bed, go tripping down the stairs.
And before you eat your breakfast, say your prayers.
The early morning pigeons fly around, getting startled by my lonely footed sound.
And yesterday's newspapers flying to, whirling down the wind that I once knew.
The red and yellow birds go drifting by, reflecting in themselves the windy sky.
And you walk along beside them in a dream, and you wonder where they're going and where they've been.
The river smiling bravely through the rain thinks everything is really just the same.
And the rain comes down and wets the curly hair of the children playing where your memories were.
Tomorrow I might see some other town, my ears might be in tune to other sounds.
But I'll still come back and love him just the same, for he's in my heart and there he will remain.