One, two, three, four I hate that you can't love a thing completely till it's gone It's like you can't tell something's beautiful till you don't have it all And I guess I learn my lesson every day you never call I had the best of you, then less of you And now nothing at all I pray no friend of mine has to feel the things I do Has to see the southern sky in a different shade of blue Now I spend most nights staying up and looking back Realizing what was there And what I did, and what I now don't have Maybe you'll go back in time When I was yours and you were mine And I don't know if you get down But if you do, I'm around I've been living on the road for about a year or so Seeing places, meeting faces that I'm sure you'd love to know And there ain't a day goes by, there ain't a picture that I take There ain't a cloud up in the sky in which I do not see your face Oh, I do miss you, babe Do you miss me, babe? Maybe you'll go back in time When I was yours and you were mine And I don't know if you get down But if you do, babe, I'm around I hope you go back in time When I was yours and you were mine And when you do, and you get down Give me a call, I'm around