Missing You

I wake and search my room, I know I'm missing you

The morning floor's so cold it hurts my feet I huddle near the heat

No smell of sweet perfume, no voice to listen to

I slowly dress and when the act's complete I make it to the street

And there I'm missing you more than ever

Didn't mother warn me there'd be days like this

When I'm missing you, missing you like I do

And through the morning haze my cigarette displays

A smoky film that slowly turns to green, I catch the city scene

The organ grinder plays a funny serenade

The monkey tips his hat and looks at me, I'd like to set him free

But I'm missing you more than ever

Didn't mother warn me there'd be days like this