i miss you
and for now that's all
i can do
hate to spend another fall
feeling blue

running around, at the speed of sound
hoping to find what hasn't been found
knocking on your door, but no one's home
nothing but the floor, where's the garden gnome
since you've been gone, i've been filling holes
but they keep being dug and i end up alone
if i see you again, what would i say
if i go back, can i prevent that day
is there even another way, another route
maybe i should stop trying to find a way out