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
