Текст William Clark Green – I Miss You

Well every morning I wake up
It’s the same old routine
I curse the alarm clock
That takes you from my dreams

I miss your hair on the pillow
Perfume in the air
I miss coming home from work
To your shoes everywhere
Everyday
It’s the same damn thing
Feeling so lonesome and blue
Well, I miss you

I could cry out to Jesus
And I could curse his name
I could sell this old house
And box up all your things
I could find me a woman
And feel something
With somebody new
But I miss you

I miss your hair on the pillow
Perfume in the air
I miss coming home from work
To your shoes everywhere
Everyday
It’s the same damn thing
Feeling so lonesome and blue

Everyday
It’s the same damn thing
Feeling so lonesome and blue
Well, I miss you
Well, I miss you
Well, I miss you