I miss you when I haven't got my phone
It makes me want to just break down and cry
It's just the little things, an occasional moan
That make the days more pleasant as they fly.
I want to show you things happening today
The vineyard leaves are gradually turning gold
The astro-turf consumed in hissing spray,
As slowly, slowly, slow the day grows old.
If I did have my phone right now I'd call
And ask what you were up to with the kids
I'd like to be there right now with you all
But jumping time and space, the world forbids.
I'm leaving here though, in an hour or two,
And soon I'll be back home with kids and you.
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