Timothy B. Schmit
Timothy B. Schmit
Timothy B. Schmit
Timothy B. Schmit
Timothy B. Schmit
Timothy B. Schmit
Timothy B. Schmit
Timothy B. Schmit
Timothy B. Schmit
Timothy B. Schmit
Timothy B. Schmit
Schmit
I don't much like it when you are gone
Something's wrong when you're gone
I know you're safe and you won't be long
But I don't much like it when you're gone
This big old house isn't quite the same
When you're not here to call my name
I know you're right where you belong
Still I don't much like it when you're gone
Flowers in your hair
Walking in the sand
While you're far away
I do the best I can
Sometimes I wonder how my world would be
By myself, only me
I think I'd rather be a stepping stone
'Cause I don't much like it when you're gone
Ella, Ella Jean
Where are you?
Ella, Ella Jean
I miss you
I live my life like a hermit man
Walk my dog; wash my hands
I drive my car, nothing's really wrong
Still I don't much like it when you're gone
When I close my eyes
Lay me down to sleep
I can see your face
Smiling back at me
Every now and then you've been on my mind
Not too much - just all the time
But don't you worry, you know I'm strong
But I don't much like it when you're gone
Ella, Ella Jean
Where are you?
Ella, Ella Jean
I miss you
Ella, Ella Jean
Where are you?
Ella, Ella Jean
I miss you