I step off the train,
I’m walking down your street again,
and past your door,
but you don’t live there anymore.
It’s years since you’ve been there.
Now you’ve disappeared somewhere
like outer space,
you’ve found some better place,
and I miss you
- like the deserts miss the rain.
Could you be dead?
You always were two steps ahead
of everyone.
We’d walk behind while you would [...]