I`ll only miss her when I think of her
And I`ll think of her all the time
Likely I`ll spend my days hearing her turn of a phrase
Things I found hard to praise, right now, would seem sublime
And the truth is
I`ll only miss her when some stranger laughs
`Cause it`s still her laugh my heart hears
Maybe in time, I guess, the longing will grow the slightest bit less
And there will be moments, yes, when it disappears
I`ll bet I forget her completely
In about a hundred years
The truth is
I`ll only miss her when some stranger laughs
`Cause it`s still her laugh my heart hears
Maybe in time, I guess, the longing will grow the slightest bit less
And there will be moments, yes, when it disappears
I`ll bet I forget her completely
In about a hundred years.