Things I miss the most
I don’t mind the quiet
Or the lonely nights
I don’t miss the funky attitudes
And I don’t miss the fights
I lie on the couch till suppertime
And hunker down and read the Post
And that’s when I remember the things I miss the most:
The talk
The sex
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 frying up
My sad cuisine
Gettin’ in bed and curling 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
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 birdy friend
By morning she was gone
Birdy good-bye
Birdy 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 getting pretty damn close
And that’s when I remember the things I miss the most:
The talk
The sex
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.
-Steely Dan
madhavi says:
simple!!
May 12th, 2006 at 12:02 pm
Neha says:
May 13th, 2006 at 09:24 pm
Vivek Sharma says:
lyrical, and simple:) Liked the musical feel!
May 22nd, 2006 at 08:59 am