And I never dreamed I would have
To lay down my torch for you like this
Miss our Big Sur getaways and to watch you love my dogs
Miss traveling, our traveling and your fun and charming friends
These are the days of raw despondence
I miss your neck and your gait and your sharing what you write
These are things that I miss
To lay down my torch for you like this
These are not times for the weak of heart
These are things that I miss
Miss your take on anything and the music you would play
These are the days of raw despondence
These are the days of raw despondence
These are things that I miss
I miss your warmth and the thought of us bringing up our kids
Simulating, moving on
These are not times for the weak of heart
Miss you walking through the front door, documentaries in your hand
One step, one prayer, I soldier on
These are not times for the weak of heart
Miss cracking up and wrestling our debriefs at end of day
And the part of you that walks with your stick-tied handkerchief
And I never dreamed I would have
And I never dreamed I would have
