I've missed you very, very much since that last night we were together And will hold that night especially in my memories for years to come I've been turning it over and over in my mind lately I've read your letter through at least four times And will

You might hear it on the radio. Baby you never know, But it's gonna be just about you and me, How much I miss you. You're the one that got away. You're gonna hear your song someday. And then I'll write you a song. Girl, I'm gonna warn ya, I'm leaving

It's like too much to describe, yeah, it's enough for two lives And I could never stand by nothing but at least I'm gon' try Ain't nothin' to it but to do it, throw away that phone 'Cause I know you missed a snap on a another, I can name three or four

She is a missing person Missing person Missing person, missing person I've been asking some people, if they remember A girl they forgot, with brown eyes, hair cut, red dress Have you seen her? I think she's much leaner I guess she is missing, it's true

And baby it said too much It didn't say enough 'Cause I'm waking up alone Missing that midnight kiss I can't promise you forever All I know is I still want you to come over And I'm stone cold sober I let the whiskey talk I got the feeling now

Just sing little darling, sing with me I'll be your Emmylou and I'll be your June If you'll be my Gram and my Johnny too No, I'm not asking much of you Oh the bitter winds are coming in And I'm already missing the summer Stockholm's cold but I've been

You might hear it on the radio. Baby you never know, But it's gonna be just about you and me, How much I miss you. You're the one that got away. You're gonna hear your song someday. And then I'll write you a song. Girl, I'm gonna warn ya, I'm leaving

In the middle of the night So when I call you in the middle of the night And I'm choking on the words 'cause I miss you Baby, don't tell me I'm out of time How you slipped through my hands I got so much of my loving to give you I keep coming back to that

Where the elite always meet Down in New Orleans, the land of dreams Or just how much it really means The land of dreams where I can lose My Basin Street blues Now won't you come along with me To the Mississippi? We'll take a trip to the land of dreams

Every time you go, you are all I see Holding out for you and me Said "don't worry baby about what you're gonna miss There will always be a much much more than this Like anyone I knew a Dave Drove a Plymouth shallow grave Said, "my girl don't just walk,