| I step off the train |
| I’m walking down your street again and past your door |
| But you don’t live there anymore |
| It’s years since you’ve been there |
| But now you’ve disappeared somewhere like outer space |
| You’ve found some better place |
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| And I miss you, like the deserts miss the rain |
| And I miss you, like the deserts miss the rain |
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| Could you be dead? |
| You always were two steps ahead of everyone |
| We’d walk behind while you would run |
| I look up at your house |
| And I can almost hear you shout down to me |
| Where I always used to be |
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| And I miss you, like the deserts miss the rain |
| And I miss you, like the deserts miss the rain |
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| Back on the train |
| I ask why did I come again? |
| Can I confess I’ve been hanging around your old address? |
| The years have proved to offer nothing since you moved |
| You’re long gone |
| But I can’t move on |
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| And I miss you, like the deserts miss the rain |
| And I miss you, like the deserts miss the rain |
| And I miss you |
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| I step off the train |
| I’m walking down your street again and past your door |
| But you don’t live there anymore |