He must be, floating in the air,
Exactly the same way bricks don't,
Sippin' on a really fine,
Steaming hot cup of tea,
We're talking Brownian motion fit for a king,
Laughing with the great prophet Zarquon,
As Hotblack Desiato takes the stage.

Missing you, Douglas,
Missing you, Douglas.

Flying the Heart Of Gold,
To the places in your mind,
I hope you knew what you meant to us,
If we'd only had more time ...
If we'd only had more time ...
If we'd only had more time ...

Missing you, Douglas,
Missing you, Douglas,
For the rest of my days.
The tempo of this song is 42,
It had to be for you Douglas.

{bad alien poetry}

{/bad alien poetry}

Missing you, Douglas,
For the rest of my days.

The untimely death of Douglas Adams left me quite sad. His stories and his perspective became integral to my psyche at a young age. I got the chance to talk with him once about his time with Dr. Who and other things. He was as warm and friendly a person as one could want. I am so glad a friend took the picture.