Greg Laswell
Greg Laswell
Greg Laswell
Greg Laswell
Greg Laswell
Greg Laswell
Greg Laswell
Greg Laswell
Greg Laswell
Greg Laswell
Going to see some friends from out of state
The very trip that you
Were supposed to take a while ago
But it fell through
Like all of you
Thought I'd make the drive
But a free plane ride is in the air
And just like that my fear of it disappeared
Like all of you
All of you
And I look high and low
For yesterday
High and low
For you and I
High and low
Once I can see straight I might move
Somewhere cold
Seattle or the Bay Area
To see your ghost
What's left of you
What's left of you
And I look high and low
For yesterday
High and low
For you and I
High and low
Found a letter from a man I might have met
Addressed to you
And I'll steal the words he ended with
I ... miss you
And I do ... miss you
And I ... do