"I've been trying to find you."    I've been here all along. P   lease don't think that I    haven't been   listening    out for you.       I've been home.    I've been right here but the stereo has been on . . .   too loud for too long.   Because everybody's been getting me down.    And this is what I do to drown out their incessant drone.    And I am waiting for an apparition to appear.   Bright and unforgiving.      Just like so many that have come before.   Just like so mant that will come again.    Let me play the prophet.    I know exactly what to say.    God knows I've watched you often enough!    But I'm more fed up now than sad, actually.   Because it's the same sentence in a different throat - a tape recording in a loop and it goes round and around.       Pass around the crown.    We'll all get to wear it for a little while . . . and he    says, "Well I've been trying to find you." Please.    DOn't think that i Haven't been listening out for you.    It's just that the stereo has been on too loud for too long.    (And every word that you hold dear - it's just a photocopied letter sent out to everyone, every year. And what you heard and held sincere - you'll hear a thousand times and now . . .you'll be lucky if you care. Do you care anymore?)