I'm Not Here-Dave Fidler

The wind wiped the tracks, Don't tell the cops I'm here, I'm not here There's nothing to see looking back The sea is clear That fluttering sound is just the darkness coming down I'm not here, I'm not there I'm not here, I'm not there I had my feet on the ground, I had my head in the heavens That was when you were around, now I'm closer to the ground, and sometimes on it I used to hold my chin like this and my hips like so But that was when I was around, I was around That was when I was around, I was around But I'm not here, I'm not there I'm not here, I'm not there