One, two, three, four

I hate that you can't love a thing completely till it's gone

It's like you can't tell something's

beautiful till you don't have it all

And I guess I learn my lesson every day you never call

I had the best of you, then less of you

And now nothing at all

I pray no friend of mine has to feel the things I do

Has to see the southern sky in a different shade of blue

Now I spend most nights staying up and looking back

Realizing what was there

And what I did, and what I now don't have

Maybe you'll go back in time

When I was yours and you were mine

And I don't know if you get down

But if you do, I'm around

I've been living on the road for about a year or so

Seeing places, meeting faces

that I'm sure you'd love to know

And there ain't a day goes by

there ain't a picture that I take

There ain't a cloud up in the sky in

which I do not see your face

Oh, I do miss you, babe

Do you miss me, babe?

Maybe you'll go back in time

When I was yours and you were mine

And I don't know if you get down

But if you do, babe, I'm around

I hope you go back in time

When I was yours and you were mine

And when you do, and you get down

Give me a call, I'm around