Repeating words until they're true. It slows the breathing. Pretend they never came from you. It kills the feeling. . I'm not what you want. You said what I never could.
Here he come walking down the street. Got them funky ragged things on his feet. He got half a busted moon in his smile. Now I know he's walked that long and lonely mile.
Verse 1:. . Sun comes up, tide goes out, a new day begins. Palm trees sway, as children play, in the sand. Seagulls fly, across the sky, two by two. Another perfect day for missin' you.