Part I
The whisper machine
Inside your head
Is telling you it’s time
Memories beat a slow retreat
But you still hold the line

The picture machine
Behind your eyes
Flickers and lies
Are they stars in a dark sky?
Are you outside, hidden, under fire?

And the bleeding machine carries on
Like soldiers marching into the dawn
The bleeding machine carries on
You’re in front of me
But you're already gone

The whisper machine
Beside your bed
Is a jet stream, takes you high
A voice in the night, you’re back in flight
Soaring through the wild

And the bleeding machine carries on
Like soldiers marching into the dawn
The bleeding machine carries on
You’re in front of me
But you're already gone

Sometimes it’s hard to recall your face
All I can see is a random array
Like photos torn and suspended in air

I miss you come back to me
I miss you come back to me

Part II
A tire swings, a tractor brays
A gift of grass, thanks I’m okay

These are things that I will keep
Inside the cage of memory

So don’t feel blue

A tangled mess of Christmas lights
A lousy swing, a winning smile

It makes sense to you and me
A secret code in history

So don’t feel blue

St John finds some cash
In a holy mess of leaves
A sled on a terror
And the spaceman fights a bee

The queen of hearts leaves early
A cake melts in the sun
A ranger found her way
Following no one

Part III
So don’t feel blue
We’re only gone for
years and years and then

We’re shoving right off for home
Shoving right off for home, again.