I Don't Mind The Quiet

Or The Lonely Nights

I Don't Miss The Funky Attitudes

And I Don't Miss The Fights

I Lie On The Couch 'till Suppertime

And Hunker Down And Read The Post

And That's When I Remember The Things I Miss The Most:



The Talk

The Sex

Somebody To Trust

The Audi TT

The House On The Vineyard

The House On The Gulf Coast

These Are The Things I Miss The Most



I Kinda Like Frying Up

My Sad Cuisine

Gettin' In Bed And Curling Up With A Girlie Magazine

But Sometimes In The Corner Of My Eye

I See That Adorable Ghost

And Then Baboom I Remember The Things I Miss The Most



The Talk

The Sex

Somebody To Trust

The Comfy Eames Chair

The Good Copper Pans

The '54 Strat

These Are The Things I Miss The Most



I Had A Little Birdy Friend

By Morning She Was Gone

Birdy Good-bye

Birdy Bye-bye



I'm Learning How To Meditate

So Far So Good

I'm Building The Andrea Doria Out Of Balsa Wood

The Days Really Don't Last Forever

But It's Getting Pretty Damn Close

And That's When I Remember The Things I Miss The Most:



The Talk

The Sex

Somebody To Trust

The Audi TT

The House On The Vineyard

The House On The Gulf Coast

These Are The Things I Miss The Most