I Miss Your Smell And Your Style
And Your Pure Abiding Way
Miss Your Approach To Life
And Your Body In My Bed
Miss Your Take On Anything
And The Music You Would Play
Miss Cracking Up And Wrestling
Our Debriefs At End Of Day

These Are The Things That I Miss
These Are Not Times For The Weak Of Heart
These Are The Days Of Raw Despondence
And I Never Dreamed I Would Have To Lay Down My Torch For You Like This

I Miss Your Neck And Your Gait
And Your Sharing What You Write
Miss You Walking Through The Front Door
Documentaries In Your Hand
Miss Traveling Our Traveling
And Your Fun And Charming Friends
Miss Our Baser Getaways
And You Watch You Love My Dogs

These Are The Things That I Miss
These Are Not Times For The Weak Of Heart
These Are The Days Of Raw Despondence
And I Never Dreamed I Would Have To Lay Down My Torch For You Like This

One Step One Prayer
I Soldier On
Stimulating Moving On

I Miss Your Warmth And The Thought
Of Us Bringing Up Our Kids
And The Part Of You That Was With Your Stick-tied Handkerchief

These Are The Things That I Miss
These Are Not Times For The Weak Of Heart
These Are The Days Of Raw Despondence
And I Never Dreamed I Would Have To Lay Down My Torch For You Like This