on the roof we dancennold records spin romancennnose to nose we swaynnto billie holidaynnin the morningnni miss you mostnnnndrive to a mountain rangennread shakespeare page by pagennpronounce each word out loudnnto the coyotes they will soundnnin the morningnni miss you mostnnnni walk the streets of phillynnoh these days are ordinarynni can't say that i'm not lonelynnwell, today i am just onlynnhere without younnaroundnnnni miss your silent starennyour ears your lips your hairnni miss making you laughnncut me an orange halfnnin the morningnni miss you mostnnnnwhen do we get wisennoh, when do we get wiser