Capo 3


D      Em              C                   G         
  D
I miss your smell and your style and your pure abiding way
D     Em               C             G          D
Miss your approach to life and your body in my bed
D     Em           C                G               D
Miss your take on anything and the music you would play
D     Em               C                G            
     D
Miss cracking up and wrestling and our debriefs at end of day

D           G            C    G
These are things that I miss
D              G             C       G
These are not times for the weak of heart
D              G           C      G
These are the days of raw despondence
D         G                      C            G      
          D \
I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this

D       Em            C                   G          
    D
I miss your neck and your gait and your sharing what you write
D         Em                  C              G       
         D
Miss you walking through the front door documentaries in your hand
D     Em              C                  G           
     D
Miss travelling our travelling and your fun and charming friends
D    Em           C
Miss our big sur getaways
        G                 D \
And to watch you love my dogs

D           G            C    G
These are things that I miss
D              G             C       G
These are not times for the weak of heart
D              G           C      G
These are the days of raw despondence
D         G                      C            G      
          D \
I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this

F             C      F         C    F     
         G
One step one prayer, I soldier on, simulating moving on

D       Em                   C             G         
    D
I miss your warmth and the thought of us bringing up our kids
D        Em               C                G         
       D
And the part of you that walks with your stick-tied handkerchief

D           G            C    G
These are things that I miss
D              G             C       G
These are not times for the weak of heart
D              G           C      G
These are the days of raw despondence
D         G                      C            G      
          D \
I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this

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