the sun coming up,nseems to agreenwith our moodsnslow with world,nslow with the world, on our finger tipsnand still we'll wish that we had something more to missnwhen you leave for the east, ill stay to the westnndont expect me to miss you nyeah, dont expect me to miss younnwe called ourselves miles, we let ourselvs dreamnbut dreams only come when we sleep,nwe've got thousands of miles, with states in betweenni beg for you to forget me, just to let you benndont expect me to missnyeah, dont expect me to miss younnmy bed gets sick of your body nlike the moon gets sick of the starsnif im going down ill take the whole damn town downnndont expect me to miss you,nyeah dont expect me to miss you, nnnthe sun coming up,nseems to agreenwith our moods.