Oh father, where did you go?
You're sending postcards
from the West Coast,
whilst I'm stranded in the snow.

Oh father, I hear your voice.
You're telling me to
keep breathing in,
telling me I have a choice.

Oh father, who are you?
All the evidence
of your footsteps
have faded into the blue.

Oh father, you walk with me.
You keep your ears
close to my thoughts,
in this distant city.

Oh father, where did you go?
You're being fanned
by the warmth,
whilst these northern winds will blow.