I miss the warmth of a woman's touch
And I miss the comfort of a warm bed
And while all that I miss isn't much
It's enough to keep my thoughts fed
And worried over the long nights
About who will I meet along the long road
I try not to worry about the distant lights
Or hear the woes of the lost toad
And keep focused on my present
And forget all about my past
But my past made me, and with it's consent
I'd like to make my journey worth noting, and in your hearts I hope it will last