| The 29th monsoon had finally dried when a distant buzzing sent | |
| Nude scrambling for cover. | |
| A tiny plane dipped and swerved, filled the air with swirling white and disappeared. | |
| He cautiously approached one of the scattered pices of paper: | |
| We've been writing letters each day hoping that you'll come home. | |
| And we're wondering if you're okay. | |
| As you're not on the phone. | |
| Face the facts now | |
| Take a chance. | |
| Come on back now. | |
| Fast. Please come home, | |
| Please come home. | |
| Everyone cares for you. | |
| Please come home, | |
| Please come home. | |
| Everyone cares for you, | |
| Everyone. | |
| We've been writing letters each day. | |
| Hoping, that you'll... come home. |