The Waits - Misser

She called back and said, «I'm sorry, this distance thing is getting to me-

You’re getting to me.»

I didn’t think

You never thought

I didn’t think

You never thought that things would get this far

Stumbling out my back door, climbing the stairs to your apartment-

I hope like hell you’re still awake

Then reality halts my hope-

I dreamed the whole scenario and you’re 2,000 miles away

I called back and said, «I'm sorry-

This distance thing is getting to me, you’re getting to me.»

You flew out

You had to leave

I came home.

I had to leave again

Is this really getting easier?

Knocking on your front door

The doorbell’s been broken since September… irrelevant thoughts keep my mind

going astray

Then reality halts my hope

I’m daydreaming in Florida

You’re asleep on your couch at home

I hope like hell you mean it when you say that I’m worth the waits

I hope like hell you mean it when you say that I’m worth the waits

I hope like hell you mean it when you say that I’m worth the waits

I hope like hell you mean it when you say that I’m worth the waits

She called back and said, «I'm sorry, this distance thing is getting to me-

You’re getting to me.»

She called back and said, «I'm sorry, this distance thing is getting to me-

You’re getting to me.»