I step off the train
I'm walking down your street again
And past your door
But you don't live there anymore

It's years since you've been there
Now you've disappeared somewhere
Like outer space
You've found some better place

And I miss you
Like the deserts miss the

And I miss you

Could you be dead?
You always were two steps ahead
Of everyone
We'd walk behind while you would run

I look up at your house
And I can almost hear you shout
Down to me
Where I always used to be

And I miss you
Like the deserts miss the rain

And I miss you
Like the deserts miss the rain

And I miss you
Like the deserts miss the rain

And I miss you
Like the deserts miss the rain

And I miss you

Copyright: BRANDON'S PEN
Writer(s): Christian Beat Hirt, Maurizio Colella