Maybe in a shoebox with a leaking pen   Maybe in the glovebox of a car   Maybe in the spare room in a box of rings   Maybe sitting rotting in a jar   Maybe in a basement beneath the stairwell   Maybe floating somewhere northwards on a breeze   Or maybe in a trash can of an old hotel   Or perhaps sleeping in the grass amongst the trees      Maybe in the shed behind your parents' house   (Nah there's nothing there just wood and tools)   Maybe in the garden amongst the leaves   Maybe stuck beneath the terracotta tiles   Maybe buried deep beneath the autumn leaves   (Oh I don't like your chances)   Tell them about the spot above the wading pool   Where you can sit protected from the southerlies   (I don't even know if it's there anymore)   Or you can tell them about the place you used to shout it out   And wait for your voice to return from the sea   (No wouldn't...)