In the dead air we wonder is she out there.
She should be here, she should have stayed on our side.
We listen to her gone and say let’s go there.

We get there and get daffodils that grow there
growing there without her by the roadside.
In the dead air we wonder is she out there.

A dog goes somewhere so we shout and shout there
we love that dog so much. He’s still on our side.
We listen to her gone and have to stay there

we need her so, there’s nothing else to say there.
We sort the clippings till we find her good side.
In the dead air we wonder what she knew there.

We run the tape and wait for something new there
but still she shuts the door. See it from our side.
We listen to her gone and have to be there

to the very end, set teddies by a tree there
and picture evermore the empty bedside.
In the dead air we wonder what she knew there.
We listen to her gone and we send you there.