The leaves fell off the trees,
The grass' color faded,
The sky got darker,
And I don't mind saying,
That I miss you;

The weather turned cold,
The holidays are coming soon,
And when I close my eyes I picture you beside me,
Yet I don't mind admitting,
That I miss you;

The clouds roll above,
Time travels on,
Somewhere beside the sea you'll be,
And I don't mind insisting,
That I miss you;

When I walk down the street,
All the faces I see,
The people that speak,
But I still notice my hands are empty,
And I don't mind you knowing,
That I still miss you.