You’re looking for me,
Everywhere you think I’d be...
But when have you ever known where I was?
What I was doing? How I was doing?
And I’m sitting,
Where I always do,
When my spirits are down,
And I’m feeling blue…
And I’m sitting,
Feeling the cool breeze,
Observing the things around me,
The sky, the birds, the trees…
The sky in getting darker,
A tempest now arising,
To some, it’s intimidating,
To me, it’s mesmerizing…
The birds are heading south,
To get away from the cold.
Mostly moving in groups,
They’re pretty loyal I’m told…
The trees are swaying violently,
They’re having a tough time in this weather,
The storm has blown off all their leaves,
Their branches now smooth as leather.
You’ve finally found me now,
You say, “Come back, it’s late.”
I turn around, not expecting you,
I say, “You’ve lost me now, I won’t be back,
Tell mum not to wait…”
