Nottingham Man

Tonight like many other nights he's standing at my bedpost
Filling the space between the spaces in the room
I'm not sure he can see me
But he's happy and he smiles
Like having a dream about an apple tree in autumn

Sometimes all it takes to see how little we control
Is in the way that we remember yesterday
Trying hard to patch a world that never can be whole
But he would like us all to know that it's okay

Memories of a wedding, conversations with a friend
Let you know he's in a good place
And this is not the end

Sometimes the sun goes down too soon with many things unsaid
Leaving a world that carries on and one that's standing still
Tonight he'll sleep under the stars where nothing can disturb
But in his music he's alive and well

Tonight like many other nights he's coming to my room
Sitting down on the windowsill like a crow
He's moved by the emotion from strangers near and far
But in music there's no strangers as you know

Sometimes all it takes to see how little we control
Is in the way that we remember yesterday
Trying hard to patch a world that never will be whole
But he wants us all to know that it's okay