I wish you'd walk in again Imagine if you just did I'd fill you in on the things you missed Oh sleepless nights, a grown up man dressed in white Who I thought might just save your life But he couldn't, so you died I don't like it, now you're dead It's not the same when I scratch my own head I haven't got the nails for it And I know that God doesn't exist And all of the palaver surrounding it But I like to think you hear me sometimes So I reached for a borrowed fleece From my dad or from Denise Always trying to keep warm, when you're the sun I sat with you beside your bed and cried For things that I wish I'd said You still had your nose red And if I live past seventy-two, I hope I'm half as cool as you I got my pen and thought that I'd write A melody and line for you tonight I think that's how I make things feel alright Made in my room, this simple tune Will always keep me close to you The crowds will sing their voices ring And it's like you never left But I'm bereft you see I think you can tell I haven't been doing too well