I miss the hopeful feeling that precedes your arrival I miss the crooked penmanship that no toddler can rival I miss staring out the window and watching the seasons take turns As I search for the sound of the flat-footed boot steps That broadcast your return I miss the moment of panic, as I question if you are you I miss the first embrace that nulls the doubts of who is who Though nothing means more than to have and to hold you indefinitely in my arms When I'm again used to your charms I miss missing you ♪ I miss the moment of panic, as I question if you're, are you I miss the first embrace that nulls the doubts of who is who Though nothing means more than to have and to hold you indefinitely in my arms When I'm again used to your charms I miss missing you