The Missing You - Tom Paxton

Down the street I hear the laughter of the children at their play

In their universe the gods are gods of kindness

And I can’t help but remember, what you sometimes used to say

That we seems to have a need sometimes for blindness

All the signs were there that you were gonna go

But somehow I seemed to be the last to know

And the missing you gets harder every day

And the memories come crowding in fools' way

'Til the only thing that I know how to do

Is the missing you

Is the missing you

Now the telephone is silent, and the mailman passes by

No one comes around and I can’t really blame them

If they saw how much I miss you, how it hurts too much to cry

Well, they’re old friends, and it couldn’t help but shame them

All the signs were there that you were gonna go

But somehow I seemed to be the last to know

And the missing you gets harder every day

And the memories come crowding in fools' way

'Til the only thing that I know how to do

Is the missing you

Is the missing you

Oh, I somehow failed to notice, in the days gone by

How the world went on around me, and it never caught my eye

Now, I don’t know where I was;

I don’t know what I was trying to do

But all the time by inches, I was losing you

And the missing you gets harder every day

And the memories come crowding in fools' way

'Til the only thing that I know how to do

Is the missing you

Is the missing you

Oh, the only thing that I know how to do

Is the missing you

Is the missing you