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