The clouds were laughing, smiling on their way;
They left him far behind, without a glance —
He called for them to wait, so he could play,
But he’d not been invited to their dance

Inclusion was a verb he’d never known
As stars, and birds, and friends all flew their course —
He cried for someone, somewhere to slow down;
He had none of the marriage, just divorce

And so beneath the shadow of the day,
He found a bus abandoned in a glen —
And thought of all the things that he would say
If ever there was someone there
Again