I've worn out the sunset, I've worn out the nightnI've worn out the daybreak, yeah I've worn them all outnI've worn out my welcome, & I don't really carenCos I've worn out my patiencenNow I'm just a little worst for wearnnAll because I miss her sonI miss her sonI can't seem to let her gonnSunday morning sky is blue, & I'm still in blacknNowhere is where I'll be if she won't have be backnShe wears a nightgown on the other side of townnAnd all I've done is let her downnWearing myself into the groundnnAll because I miss her sonI miss her sonI can't seem to let her gonnEverybody knows itnNot everybody blows it quite like mennI miss her sonI can't seem to let this go