It's funny how you miss someone, you miss everything about them, and you realized that everything is about them,everything.The way you dress,the way you sleep,the way you eat.Things take on new meaning,or the real meaning is realized,and the real meaning is them.I was walking home today,listening to Mushaboom,thinking about my Jellybean,and every word was abouthim. It's funny how every story,every song,every step,is realized and cherished.The words to mushaboom;Helping the kids out of their coats Oh wait the babies haven't been born ohUnpacking the bags and setting up And planting lilacs and buttercups ohBut in the meantime we've got it hard Second floor living without a yard It may be years until the day My dreams will match up with my payOld dirt road,(mushaboom, mushaboom)knee deep snow (mushaboom, mushaboom)Watching the fire as we grow (mushaboom, mushaboom)o-o-o-o-oldI got a man to stick it outAnd make a home from a rented house ohAnd we'll collect the moments one by oneI guess that's how the future's done ohHow many acres, how much lightTucked in the woods and out of sightTalk to the neighbours and tip my capOn a little road barely on the mapOld dirt road, mushaboom, mushaboom)knee deep snow mushaboom, mushaboom)Watching the fire as we grow,mushaboom, mushaboom) o-o-o-o-old(mushaboom, mushaboom)Old dirt road rambling rose(mushaboom, mushaboom)Watching the fire as we grow (mushaboom, mushaboom)Well I'm Sold...