And yes, when you get to heaven
and there’s no one there,
it’s just another sad idea.
From under the trees, into the shade,
The world stood still;
as I sat by the road
I felt the pain of remembering,
I long to be wherever you are.
I know what it feels like for you to be no longer here.
Some days I hardly give you a thought,
and the thoughts I’ve had don’t matter anyway.