Gone like the wind,
gone like the rain,
gone without leaving me
something for the pain.
Gone like the snow,
gone like the sun,
gone like me
it's the way to run.
You're not dead,
you haven't died
that's what they told me
but they lied.
They want me to forget about you,
they don't want me to remember you
they don't want me to look out for you
but that's tough, 'cos I still do.
I never forget you,
I will never forget you,
because when you were here
I knew I only had to ask
and you'd be near.
Whenever I see a shooting star
I think you could be riding on it
away so far.
Whenever I see a cloud in the sky
I think it's your magic carpet
passing me by.
Whenever I hear a whisper on the trees,
whenever I catch a leaf in the breeze,
whenever I think I can't go on
I just think of you because
I know you're not truly gone.