I could
follow
them
to
where
you
went
(wonder
when
you
got there)
And
wonder
who
greeted
you
When
the sun
returns
there
is
no
trace
left
Except
an indelible
one
Except this one
like
a
tattoo
on
my heart
(and soul)
On the
path
that
I
still
walk
always
looking
for
you
some times
by looking up
at the stars
some
times
by looking
out
at
the
horizon
Always
when I sit down
and
reach over
to
Reach over
to
Reach over
to
Where did
you
go?