A photograph
A letter, a post-it note
Memories
Birthday cards and books
Half a century and all that's left is ash
Clinging to your essence with only paper scraps
Where are you now?
Is it a quiet place?
Where are you now?
Are you in outer space?
Religious types
Call it eternal peace
Hippies say
It's something to do with LSD
Half a century and all that's left are cracks
Wearing down a needle until the deafening scratch
Where are you now?
A paranormal thing?
Where are you now?
Can you still hear me sing?
A "paranormal" something
Sounds like superstition
Says it gives us everything
How liberating is it?
Could you come and visit?
And would you even leave a trace?
Theology it questions
Sometimes even reckons
Mostly it just says nothing
Ethereal something
Something something something
Seems to leave me lost for words
Where are you now?
I hope it isn't far
Where are you now?
Can you still play guitar?
So save a place for me
Your favourite bastard son
And let me know which planet you're on
I'm coming by someday
But it may take a while
I've got some stuff to do...
So write me back someday soon?