Late at night you find yourself considering what was saidnAs you replay conversations and wish that you were deadnYou wonder how anyone could ever like someone so badnIn spite of all your good fortune you wind up feeling sadnnI miss younI miss younnI will not forget who bought me my guitarsnWhen people change your life you remember who they arenI’m not saying you were perfect, no one really isnBut perfection’s in perception and it’s what you make of itnnI miss you mannI miss you mannAnd there’s no regrets, It’s only that I miss younnWhat does it matter anyway if we’re all gonna die?nIf the only things you take away are the things you kept insidenYou can bet my point of view and my sense that I was rightnWill be nowhere to be found at the end of the nightnnA substitute profession would never really donI find myself wishing that I was more like younIn spite of my successes, however small they’ve beennMy tongue sometimes betrays me and my ancestry againnnI miss you mannI miss you mannAnd there’s no regrets, and it’s only that I miss youn