Spent time far away,
   spent your days lost in grey
   and wishes I suppose
   mean nothing when
   they're tossed away.
   And your form and your face,
   like some place that I knew
   still return to me now.
  
   Oh well, I suppose
   I've gone beyond
   caring for those
   who think like you.
   And yes, I suppose
   you were that way.
   And yes, I suppose
   I came to find...
  
   All the way
   to Boylan Heights-
   How are you?
   All the way but not today
   they came looking for me.
   All the way down to the park
   and I never saw you there.