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