I miss the way you sing low
                                    so I can't hear your voice over the radio in my car.
You knew every word they sang.
You know just the right things to
                                    say
when the distance rips us farther and farther and farther away.
I'll
                                    see you soon, if you're coming back this
                                    way again.
Come back to California.
All of us here in Florida are starved for your attention.
Maybe I fell too fast.
Maybe I pushed you away.
Now you're gone and I'm afraid
                                    you're never coming back this way again.
I won't mind if you monopolize
                                    all of my time.
I won't say a thing at all.
I won't say
                                    a word.