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