The night was talking at 5:AM, To loosen up the morning, I was walking to meet a friend, But didn't know where I was going, Cuz I miss you; Sunday Papers are on display, Don't think that I'll be reading, Cuz one of these pages says your name, With out any room for feeling, Cuz I miss you; Maybe I'm wrong, and this worlds not coming to a sudden end; For all that we knew, for all we've seen through, It comes down to this, and all that we missed; For all that we said, For all the roads led, Now to the end, So much left to mend; The rising ring of a morning sun, A new day for the living, Looking back from it's end, Shadows shifting meanings, Cuz I, I miss you; Maybe I lied, when I yelled about something, that seemed like something then; For all that we knew, for all we've seen through, It comes down to this, and all that we missed; For all that we said, for all the roads led, Now to the end, So much left to mend; If I could check the box, At the lost and found, If I could find a note, Crumpled on the ground, If I could get a message, On my machine, Just to let me know, You're leaving me; For all that we knew, for all we've seen through, It comes down to this, and all that we missed; For all that we said, for all the roads led, Now to the end, There's so much left; For all that we knew, for all we've seen through, It comes down to this, and all that we missed; For all that we said, for all the roads led, Now to the end, So much left to mend; So much left to mend