I'll only miss her when I think of her
And I'll think of her all the time
Likely I'll spend my days
Hearing her turn of a phrase
Things I found hard to praise
Right now, would seem sublime
And the truth is I'll only miss her
When some stranger laughs
'Cause it's still her laugh my heart hears
Maybe in time, I guess
The longing will grow the slightest bit less
And there will be moments
Yes, when it disappears
I'll bet, I forget her completely
In about a hundred years
The truth is I'll only miss her
When some stranger laughs
'Cause it's still her laugh my heart hears
Maybe in time, I guess
The longing will grow the slightest bit less
And there will be moments
Yes, when it disappears
I'll bet I forget her completely
In about a hundred years