See How I Miss You

Bruce Cockburn

Rays of the moon make magic in the streets of the city 
all the people get strange but their faces look so pretty 
the walking graffiti; survivalist bums; 
even the secret police shout that you're the one 
see how I miss you 

Every psychopath gets his own magazine these days 
I just read about how I can kill in a hundred ways 
but I don't want to cause anybody pain 
I only want to hold you in my arms again 
see how I miss you 

I watch this woman in a tight sequined lizard dress -- 
tosses her scarlet hair like a sly caress 
she got midnight voice like some beckoning saint 
she got something special but you she ain't 
see how I miss you