They say absence makes the heart grow
fonder dear, fonder of the one who's gone.
So this is me wondering, has your heart grown?

Cause 6 weeks ago I might have held your hand
And 6 weeks ago I thought I'd understand
Where my heart would be but I think it's separate from me
It couldn't stand to leave ole' Birmingham

I'll tell myself I'm doing fine.
I'm doing fine but I'm writing rhymes
about your eyes and how they shine.
Do mine shine for you too?
Cause writing rhymes ain't anything,
I do about the ones that mean something.
You mean something to me.

Cause 6 weeks ago I might have held your hand
And 6 weeks ago I thought I'd understand
Where my heart would be but I think it's separate from me
It couldn't stand to leave ole' Birmingham

I guess time crept up on me and you did too.
Now I'm left feeling I'm wearing two left shoes.
Yes, yes I missed you.
They say absence makes the heart grow
fonder dear, fonder of the one who's gone.
So this is me wondering, has your heart grown?