Without the chain around your neck No-one knows of the love that you've known How can I forget, I see your pictures every day Reduced to simple features like you've accepted your fate What if they loved you the best And wrote it in cursive so you don't forget? Wandered so far that you don't know How you're ever getting back Until the call up I'm not losing hope Do you even have to ask? And now that your shackles did break Will you chase me through empty dreamscapes? Though you're getting further, I see your pictures every day Nothing really changes just more washed out and grey What if they loved you the best And wrote it in cursive so you can't forget? Wandered so far that you don't know How you're ever getting back Well call me naive but I'm not losing hope This one's for all of Portland's missing cats