I Miss My Friend

I went walking, I got the blues
I kicked a stone, now I've got broken shoes
Sore feet, oh and what's the use?
I, I miss my friend
I miss not thinking twice to call
Over anything at all
Come to find that it's a rare thing
I made my dinner, and I ate it all
I turned on the radio, and then I turned the radio off
Washed dishes, and I went to bed
I, I miss my friend
I miss our Sundays in the fall
Watching leaves change, skipping stones
Come to find that it's a rare thing
I rolled the number, and I hit the road
The cops pulled me over, the cops let me go
I thought of her, and I laughed the whole way home
I, I miss my friend
I miss my friend in moments
Even when the moments are sad
I only start to notice
When my heart skips a beat
I, I, I, I, I miss my friend, my friend
I went walking, I got the blues
I kicked a stone, now I've got broken shoes
Sore feet, oh and what's the use?