Down the street I hear the laughter of the children at their play
In their universe the gods are gods of kindness
And I can't help but remember, what you sometimes used to say
That we seems to have a need sometimes for blindness
All the signs were there that you were gonna go
But somehow I seemed to be the last to know
And the missing you gets harder every day
And the memories come crowding in fools' way
'Til the only thing that I know how to do
Is the missing you
Is the missing you
Now the telephone is silent, and the mailman passes by
No one comes around and I can't really blame them
If they saw how much I miss you, how it hurts too much to cry
Well, they're old friends, and it couldn't help but shame them
All the signs were there that you were gonna go
But somehow I seemed to be the last to know
And the missing you gets harder every day
And the memories come crowding in fools' way
'Til the only thing that I know how to do
Is the missing you
Is the missing you
Oh, I somehow failed to notice, in the days gone by
How the world went on around me, and it never caught my eye
Now, I don't know where I was; I don't know what I was trying to do
But all the time by inches, I was losing you
And the missing you gets harder every day
And the memories come crowding in fools' way
'Til the only thing that I know how to do
Is the missing you
Is the missing you
Oh, the only thing that I know how to do
Is the missing you
Is the missing you
