You're not here, and I'm not there.

Among the clouds and among the trees,

I still hope to find you everywhere.

My mind is open and laid bare

for your eyes to see,

but you're not here, and I'm not there.

Stories are so few and so rare,

but we're only ghosts when we speak.

I still hope to find you everywhere.

I dream of lips upon your hair

as my words are retained in the depths of your ear.

But you're still not here and I'm still not there.

I look into the meadows and places rare,

my loneliness a silent scream.

I still hope to find you everywhere.

My hands reach for open space,

never burning up in your atmosphere

Because you're not here, and I'm not there.

I want to find you everywhere.