[Instrumental open, no voice] You do look so peaceful lay'n there The boy who named himself Jack I try to tell myself you're just sleepin' Don't think you will be comin' back It's been an eternal twenty-four hours Since your heart pulled you in your head Jack, they are calling for last rites You've been given up for the dead [Bridge music, no voice] Hey, Jack Where are you You're so still Where'd ya go to Ya' back in Ireland Seein' ya mother Or playin' Boxen With your brother Playin' in Narnia With Lucy n' Jill Explorin' the planets With ransom still? Hey, jack Ya comin' back? Hey, Jack Where are you You're so still Where'd ya go to You back in Wynward Reliving school trauma under Oldie's thumb And school boy drama You back in the trenches Reliving that bloody war Seeing your friends die The wounds shrapnel tore Hey, jack Ya comin' back? Hey, Jack Where are you You're so still Where'd ya go to Are you teachin' students Challengen' em to duels out walking with Tollers Walking o'er grassy hills Ya dreamin' of whippen girls Or m'be dreamin' of mythology Dreamin' being on the air Teaching a basic theology Hey, jack Ya comin' back? "I don't mean to interrupt" "Don't suppose someone could be bothered to get me a cup of tea" [Instrumental, no voice] "Tho' I am by no mean unhappy I can't help feeling it was rather a pity I did revive in July. I mean, having been glided so painlessly up to the Gate it seems hard to have it shut in one's face and know that the whole process must some day be gone thro' again, and perhaps far less pleasantly! Poor Lazarus! But God knows best." (C.S. Lewis)
