I wish I could hear the B52s for the very first time again

Ricky and Fred, Kate, Cindy and Keith, forever and ever, amen

I wish I could remember all the names of the trees that used to grow at the back of the yard

And listen to the sound of the rain on the leaves, and see a raccoon’s eyes light up in the dark

But it’s an empty world

I wish I would’ve learned karate or at least thought about learning karate

If I could’ve trained my body not to laugh at my brain I could’ve maybe trained my brain to control my body

I wish I could see the lights come on one by one in a block of flats

Each little square, there’s a person in there, and I’d just sit around and think about that

But it’s an empty world

 I miss the sound of karaoke cowboys trying to sing Sweet Caroline

I miss the rides I never rode on and I even miss the lines

I miss the screaming of the kids on the tilt-a-whirl

Don’t want to be in an empty world

I miss the sound of strangers lecturing other strangers about their children

I miss the different smells on every floor of my apartment building

I miss the kiss of summer beaches and the filthy taste of soft-serve swirl

Don’t want to be in an empty world