He was just a friend of mine, I'd run into from time to time Long before he moved away, we use to share a drink of wine. Still I never knew that he was sad that way He said the time had come for him to take a holiday And he says its brilliant there, there's something in the air, and sunshine everywhere. He's on the beach. I know he's changed somehow, it's in his postcards now I'm not sure where he is, but he's out of reach. When he called me up one day and said that he was going away, I thought he meant a week in France, and not 12,000 miles in Sydney Bay. Still he had to take his chances. He said the time had come for him to make a move away. And he says its brilliant there, there's something in the air, and sunshine everywhere. He's on the beach. I know he's changed somehow, it's in his postcards now He's on his own again, and he's out of reach. {Bridge}: And I don't blame him. Leaving was the best thing he could do. He longed for changes, I just hope he's happy, when he does the things he thinks he has to do. And he tries, and tries, and tries, but he's lived at home (?) I think he's trying to be someone else, and he says, he says, he says, it's really unfair...there's something in the air, and sunshine everywhere. He's on the beach. I know he's changed somehow, it's in his postcards now He's in Australia, so far out of reach. And he says it's pretty(?) there. progression to end...