I went walking, I got the blues I kicked a stone Now I got broken shoes Sore feet, oh and, What's the use? I, I miss my friend I miss not thinking twice to call over anything at all Come to find that it's a rare thing I made my dinner, And I ate it all I turned on the radio And then I turned the radio off Washed dishes And I went to bed I, I miss my friend I miss our Sundays in the fall, Watching leaves change and skipping stones Come to find that its a rare thing I rolled a number and I Hit the road The cops pulled me over The cops let me go I thought of her, And I laughed the whole way home I, I miss my friend I miss my friend in moments, Where there were no moments there I only start to notice when my heart skips a beat, oh Oh I, Oh I, Oh I, Oh I miss my friend, My friend I went walking And I got the blues I kicked a stone Now I got broken shoes Sore feet, oh and, What's the use? I, I miss my friend