The first time I saw him in a long long time
Was the shoulder of the jacket
The laughter and the leather that I knew

I approached the bar
Took him by the arm
And said

Is that you?
Is that you?
Is that you?
Is that you?

Was the last time I saw him for awhile
When you lose someone, all the talk belongs to the lost
Every walk’s got the gait of the gone
Every laugh bears the weight of what’s wrong
And with every breath you take, you ask

I went to the church today
It was full of the faces I’d long filеd away
And age had set in as she will, shе will, she wants

Now the jacket, it hangs in my closet
Where your sister came and left it
But I see it on other bodies every place that I go
And sometimes to a stranger
I reach out and touch the shoulder
And ask
Is that you?
Is that you?
Is that you?
Is that you?

But then I remember
That the last time was forever
The laughter was forever
Forever now
Is where
You are