Mike Atkins

"...a walking shadow"

For Harold

Michael Atkins
Michael Atkins


I wrote this song for my fathers funeral. He was a pilot, so the flight references in the song reflect the way I saw him all my young life. He was always somewhere else, even when he was in the same room with you. I never understood that. Later in life I would call to talk to him, and he would pass the phone to my mother after only two or three minutes into the conversation. Even though our relationship was weird, and sometimes strained, I would give anything for one of those three minute awkward phone conversations.


Well okay, I guess I’ll watch you fly away And I’ll stay here and hope you know your destination And later on I’ll think about the past we shared How you held me high when I thought you didn’t care How you watched me soar When I didn’t know that you were there And this lifetime I have spent Wondering who you are Where were you? (3 times) Where was I? Well alright I guess it’s time to catch your flight You always had a way of knowing when to go your way And by the way in case you never heard enough Of the words you long to hear Deep down in your soul In your darkest hour In the freezing cold Well I know now who you are You’re a shooting star And you shine (3 times) So bright