I don't mind the quiet 
Or the lonely nights 
I don't miss the funky attitudes 
And I don't miss the fights 
I lie on the couch 'till suppertime 
And hunker down and read the Post 
And that's when I remember the things I miss the most: 

The talk 
The sex 
Somebody to trust 
The Audi TT 
The house on the Vineyard 
The house on the gulf coast 
These are the things I miss the most 

I kinda like frying up 
My sad cuisine 
Gettin' in bed and curling up with a girlie magazine 
But sometimes in the corner of my eye 
I see that adorable ghost 
And then baboom I remember the things I miss the most 

The talk 
The sex 
Somebody to trust 
The comfy Eames chair 
The good copper pans 
The '54 Strat 
These are the things I miss the most 

I had a little birdy friend 
By morning she was gone 
Birdy good-bye 
Birdy bye-bye 

I'm learning how to meditate 
So far so good 
I'm building the Andrea Doria out of balsa wood 
The days really don't last forever 
But it's getting pretty damn close 
And that's when I remember the things I miss the most: 

The talk 
The sex 
Somebody to trust 
The Audi TT 
The house on the Vineyard 
The house on the gulf coast 
These are the things I miss the most