He was just a friend of mine. I'd run in to from time to time. And long before he moved away. We used to share a taste for wine. Still I never knew that he was sad back then. He said the time had come for him to take a holiday. And he says it's brilliant there. There's something in the air. And sunshine everywhere. He's on the beach. I know he's changed somehow. He sends us postcards now. I'm not sure where he is but he is 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 12000 miles to 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 it's brilliant there. There's something in the air. And sunshine everywhere. He's on the beach. I know he's changed somehow. He writes us postcards now. He's on his own again. And he is out of reach (I bet he gets it on the beach). 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 he tries yes he tries. But he's a little bit hard on himself. So now he's trying to be someone else. And he says he says he says it's 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 so far out of reach. And he says it's 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 in Australia. So far out of reach. And he says it's brilliant there.