Beautiful child Ooh, I had to stay Sleepless child There is so little time I wish that you were mine I'm not a child anymore You are a beautiful child And I am a fool once more You fell in love when I was only ten

Looking back over my shoulder I can see that look in your eye I never wanted to say goodbye I never dreamed it could be over With an aching deep in my heart I wish that we were starting over Oh instead of drifting so far apart Everybody told me you were

Drinkin' again and thinkin' of when, when you loved me I'm havin' a few and wishin' that you were here Makin' the rounds, accepting a round from strangers Bein' a fool just hopin' that you'll appear Sure, I can borrow a smoke, maybe tell some joker a bad

(God bless, oh God bless, oh God bless, oh God bless, oh) Ain't got nothin', runnin' from love Only know fear That's me, Ms. 20 Something Wish you were here, oh Stuck in them 20 somethings, stuck in them 20 somethings Good luck on them 20 somethings,

It never entered my mind Once you warned me that if you scorned me I'd say a lonely prayer again And wish that you were there again To get into my hair again Once I laughed when I heard you saying That I'd be playing solitaire Uneasy in my easy chair And

Back when that song was a song I could sing along without thinkin bout you every time it came on Every beat, every line, every word, every time When a road was a road I could roll on through without wishin that empty seat was you Money was gas, dreams

Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine So this is me swallowing my pride And I go back to December all the time I go back to December

I ain't gonna be that easy to leave Girl I'm gonna make you miss me I'm gonna make you miss me Make you wish that you were sleeping in my shirt Lie about my jacket and tell everyone it's yours When your phone rings after midnight and you're thinking

I ain't gonna be that easy to leave Girl I'm gonna make you miss me I'm gonna make you miss me Make you wish that you were sleeping in my shirt Lie about my jacket and tell everyone it's yours When your phone rings after midnight and you're thinking

Homeboy, you're gonna wish one day, That you were sittin' on a gate of a truck by the lake With your high school flame on one side, ice cold beer on the other Ain't no shame in a blue collar forty, Little house, little kid, little small town story Come