miss the way you sing low so I can't hear your voice over the radio in my car You knew every word they sang You know just the right things to say when the distance rips us farther and farther and farther away I'll see you soon, if you're coming back this way again All of us here in florida are starved for your attention and I'm afraid you're never coming back this way again I won't mind if you monopolize all of my time I won't say a thing at all More from Stewart Copeland