Michael's Garden

Somewhere lies a card to send Under Michael's garden Faded greetings from the pier We were never there Where Old air Care We don't always have tomorrow As late comes too early Lead a way that I can follow You've flown away from me In ruins where houses used to stand Lives a future friend Keep the troubles that I like Lit by Northern light Why Old sky Try We don't always have tomorrow As late comes too early Lead a way that I can follow You've flown away from me We don't always have tomorrow As strangers of our street Lead a way that I can follow We stay although we leave You've flown away from me You are