Was She Real At All?

Brown eyes

I learned a little tip down in Tennessee
If you take a little sip off everyone you meet
And dress real fine
No one can see
The emptiness behind your brown eyes

I don't miss her eyes
I don't miss her lips
I don't miss her sighs
It's the thought of her I miss
In the evening time, laying by her side
Wondering if she's going to have to leave

It's a long road we all walk down
So if you're gonna moan about it
Do it out of town
If you've got a girl
Do the best you can
But don't be surprised if she decides to leave

I don't miss her eyes
I don't miss her lips
I don't miss her sighs
It's the thought of her I miss
In the evening time, laying by her side
Wondering if she's going to have to leave

I don't miss her eyes
I don't miss her lips
I don't miss her sighs
It's the thought of her I miss
Was she real at all?
Or did I make her up to be
Something she could never hope to be