I miss you like the sky
Misses the sun at night
The moon gets me by
But it doesn’t feel quite right
I know you are busy
Lighting up the west coast
I just hope you still miss me
Because I miss you the most
But when it’s day I think it must be
Alaska in the winter
For the daylight is shorter than a flea
Of the day it’s only a splinter
And in the night we’re on our own
At least it feels to me
But it makes me strong, it makes you grown
Or this I must believe
I think the tragedy of life
Is that every time the sun sets
I know like a butcher knows a knife
That about us God forgets
I miss you the way a dog misses his master
Every time he goes away
The dog always assumes disaster
That he’s gone for good today
Who will pet me? Who will feed me?
Who will open up my door?
I once was blind, but now I see
The things I’ve never done before
That’s why when master comes home
A fit of barking ensues
Until he’s thrown a bone
And he lies down, subdued
I’ll make it through somehow
But I didn’t think I could
Because gone for now
Feels a lot like gone for good