And when I can't look at you
Without a boat or Christmas tree
I'm gonna miss you all the time
The kind that someone writes but never sends
Bet you miss your friends
I can paint your picture perfectly in my mind
Shuffling children in the parks leave
Bad wind up in the trees
This afternoon with you was something like a letter
And when you're good to me
The kind that someone writes but never sends
And when we pass on
I've been movin' through these streets forever
This afternoon with you was something like a letter
From Baltimore to Amsterdam
Bet you miss your friends
Tugging hard upon the sails
And when you look at me like that
I wish I was the wind that touched your face
Like Christmas on a river
These things inside me they repeat like broken records
I know someday it's gonna end
Scattering blue birds all over the place
I bet you miss your friends
As angry as a breeze
It makes me blue because someday it's gonna end
Spinnin' pretty somethin' behind my eyes
And when I hear it all
And when you, you can go
