When you drift away into the evening mist,
Where do you go?
While you pass on, your air has gone
And I don't see you,
I can't feel you in the breeze,
Don't hear you through the trees.
Someone said they saw you by the river,
Wading through the ripples, like the tide.
Someone said they saw you,
I fear someone lied,
For you don't wade, you slide
And as you fade, you glide.
This is just to tell you I don't need you any more.
I won't pass by your doorway like a ghost,
You'll no longer be the one I loved the most,
But I won't say I'm completely free,
That wouldn't be like me.
It was a frosty morning,
Maybe half-past-eight.
I walked a little slow and cold,
Perhaps a little late.
I stared into the moon,
Yes! I could just taste fate,
As the subtle wind howled out,
"You'll just have to wait".
