I find that when I'm lost I miss your voice.
I miss your smile, your pretend style your banter.
I miss your laughter
It's been a while.

I miss your conversation
I miss your look,
I miss that motivation.
That concentration as you cooked for me. (When you cooked for me.)

I miss your chatter,
I miss your smell.
I miss the way
I'm still half-way under your spell.

I miss the way you took yourself away. I miss the memories of yesterday. I miss your trip. But most of anything you hopeless boy, I guess I miss your kiss. The blame is half-mine, you not-so-funny Valentine.

So come back and see me
Again some day?
Things just ain't been the same
Since you went away.

And don’t get me wrong!!! Don’t get me wrong!!!

('Cos me and the babe and the boy are fine.)

But there are evenings, believe me,

When I miss stupid you and a glass of wine.

That was crazy then

and this is now...

(But on dark nights.)

I miss you, somehow.