Letra de Things I Miss the Most
I don't mind the quiet Or the lonely nightsI don't miss the funky attitudes And I don't miss the fights I lie on the couch 'til suppertime And hunker down and read the Post And that's when I remember the things I miss the mostThe talk The sex Somebody to trust The Audi TT The house on the Vineyard The house on the Gulf Coast These are the things I miss the mostI kinda like frying up My sad cuisine Getting in bed and curling up with a girlie magazine Sometimes in the corner of my eye I see that adorable ghost And then ba-boom I remember the things I miss the mostThe talk The sex Somebody to trust The comfy Eames chair The good copper pans The '54 Strat These are the things I miss the mostI had a little birdy friend By morning she was gone Birdie good-bye Birdie bye byeI'm learning how to meditate So far so good I'm building the Andrea Doria out of balsa wood The days really don't last forever But it's getting pretty damn close And that's when I remember the things I miss the mostThe talk The sex Somebody to trust The Audi TT The house on the Vineyard The house on the Gulf Coast These are the things I miss the most