I still miss someone And I still miss someone I see them everywhere I miss those arms that held me When all the love was there I wonder if she's sorry For leavin' what we'd begun There's someone for me somewhere At my door the leaves are falling

And I want you to know Burning tyres on the freeway No one in sight Thre's a raging calm Across the land tonight Voice on the radio says Another one's down tonight. It don't matter anymore

Round and round Going round and round 'Cause I'm getting dizzy Boy, I need you here with me I'm falling hard for you We're never gonna stop Well your gonna miss me We cant go on this way All I can say we're

They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the

Two-thousand and seventeen master! Every two-thousand years a prophecy is prophesied The mission To carry out the word of the shepherd into this cold world That just keeps folding I don't know, Who is the group

I'm her big cat daddy, she's my little Miss Honky Tonk Oh, oh, I love her so Stand back give her room boys and watch her go We leave all our troubles and cares way behind us I feel like I'm a king when I'm out with her highness I get out on the redneck

We never even talked We never even thought in the long run Whenever it was painful Whenever I was away I’d miss you And I want to see you here beside me, dear But things aren’t clear We never even tried And I miss you

When I get home But right now I'm on this lake shore And I'm sittin' in the sun I'm sure it'll hit me When I walk through that door tonight Oh, lookie there, I've got a bite Yeah, I'm gonna miss her Well I love her And I love to fish

Don't I look like I'm the shit lil' nigga? Look at my motherfuckin' wrist lil' nigga Thought you had hits but you missed lil' nigga Why you keep starin' at my bitch lil' nigga? You little niggas keep gossiping You should go work for the blogs and them

We’re dancing on tables 'Til I’m off my face With all of my people And it couldn’t get better they say And it’s all out of tune Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong And it hits you when the lights go on We’re singing 'til last call Such a good