I'm Losing You

Sometimes I wag my finger, sometimes I shake my fist

But I'm writing you a letter, I'm sending you a kiss

I'm sending you some money to buy a pair of shoes

'Cause you've grown out of the last ones

I know I'm losing you

I taught you how to save it, and I taught you how to spend

But I never taught you anything 'bout how to keep or make a friend

I'm sending you some money to buy a pair of socks

But you never wore 'em anyhow, and a little money talks

Winter's comin' on now, I put the clocks back by an hour

I changed the double-windows and cut the last of summer's flowers

I'm wishing you were here to help me with these chores

Or just to build a fire and we can sit and watch it as it roars

I'm sending you a letter

I'm sending you a kiss