[ Featuring the Broken Strings ]
I was crazy down the freeway
Hunkered hard in your arms
Two thousand miles past an airport
Two thousand backyards
If I'm lying on my blanket
Book folded next to me
Are there a thousand fish breathing
Little breathes in the sea
And I want to know
What you really need
And what it takes
To miss a guy like me
I brought a new record
I already wore it out
Wish I were some toothpaste
Smiling in your mouth
And I want to know
What you really need
And what it takes
To miss a guy like me
