I'll only miss him when I think of him
And I'll think of him all the time
Likely I'll spend my days hearing him turn of a phrase
Things I found hard to praise, right now, would seem sublime
The truth is
I'll only miss him when some stranger laughs
'cause it's still his laugh my heart hears
Maybe in time, I guess, the longing will grow the slightest bit less
And there will be moments, yes, when it disappears
I'll bet I forget him completely
In about a hundred years
	
		
			
		
		
	
				
			And I'll think of him all the time
Likely I'll spend my days hearing him turn of a phrase
Things I found hard to praise, right now, would seem sublime
The truth is
I'll only miss him when some stranger laughs
'cause it's still his laugh my heart hears
Maybe in time, I guess, the longing will grow the slightest bit less
And there will be moments, yes, when it disappears
I'll bet I forget him completely
In about a hundred years


 
						 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		