Darlin, where did you go? Why, over there? How did you make it, with so much space to spare? What makes it easy to forget what you said: it's just the ways we knew about our heads. We were, hackers in meat, wrights of flesh, always prepared to wipe our desks... of all memories... [instrumental interlude]
(Oddly enough, inspired by a team running jackhammers in the house next door, while I procrastinate in bed before business meetings. Also maybe by all her posts, and her posts, and her silence, and her absence, and [there are too many missing people in this story].)
This is supposed to be sung in 8/4 time signature over a lilting guitar in a minor key. But if you sing it in 6/4 it sounds funnier.