Missing

who are you? i would ask
try to find but if you have to ask...
you're just the water passing underneath
a bridge that i can't build or see

you travel far you're a lot like me
we're eye to eye we walk easily
and all the hotel rooms were fresh and clean
but they're not home and they're not free

i heard your voice from so far away
you were lonely you were feeling blue
from tokyo or maybe st. petersburg
it hardly ever was los angeles

as i stood by glass and box
where they say oswald shot
i watched you walking down off the plane
there's the start and there's the end

i heard your voice you sounded far away
you were tired you were feeling used
from paris, france or maybe timbuktu
it hardly ever was los angeles

missing you missing me
missing you missing me