You're not here on Sunday nights
Safely tucked in bed
Always comfort in my head
As I'd go to work

You're away and I miss you
Just as though it will forever be
When will your eyes see
Do you need my glasses?

You're not close next door
But there across the town
Now I'm crying, sad, down
Alone again always wanting you

You're the way I can heal the pain
See your truck, write a letter
Anything from you helps me feel better
There you are Earth King of my mind.

3/20/1999 1845 cj

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