You're better, but I still can't make out a word You're better, but I still can't make out a word You're speaking in tongues, but you're free as a bird
I'm better, but Lord it don't mean much
I'm better, but Lord it don't mean much
Better 'aint much better if I still don't feel your touch
You're better, but somehow I can't get through You're better, but somehow I can't get through Better 'aint much better if I still don't have you
I miss you, you know I don't mince words
I miss you, you know I don't mince words
I just want to kiss you, but you're out flying with birds