Things I Miss the Most

I don't mind the quiet

Or the lonely nights

I don't miss the funky attitudes, and I

I don't miss the fights

I lie on the couch 'til suppertime

And I hunker down and read The Post

And that's a-when I remember

The things I miss the most

The talk

The sex

The 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

I kinda like fryin' up

My sad cuisine

Gettin' in bed

And curlin' up with a girlie magazine

But sometimes in the corner of my eye

I see that adorable ghost

And then, ba-boom, I remember

The things I miss the most

The talk

The sex

The somebody to trust

The comfy Eames chair

The good copper pans

The '54 Strat

These are the things I miss the most

I had a little birdie friend

By morning she was gone

Birdie, goodbye

Birdie, bye bye

I'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 gettin' pretty damn close

And that's a-when I remember

The things I miss the most

The talk

And the sex

The 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