Michael, where are you now
Somehow in my excitement the last time you called
It slipped again to ask your hidden whereabouts
I got a lead from your old triple ex girlfriend, she said
I heard he lost his mind again
Again I said
I didn't know that you ever did
Michael, where are you now
Sleeping through the morning in flannel impaired
Getting high in southern air
Shoeless, sandy eveing down the unfamiliar
Last whiff of salt water freedom
Skipping shells in the dead zone
With the ghost on your side
Of the state borderline
Whispering
Take it
Do you remember our first subway ride
Our first heavy metal haircuts
Our last swim on the east coast
And me with my ridiculous looking pierced nose
I remember your warm smile in the sun
The daydreaming boy without a shirt on
The Birmingham barfly father
Left the mother of three sons
You're the oldest juvenile delinquent bum
My best friend