Not Missing Much Video (MV)

Sarah, I hadn't seen you since the eighth grade
Did you exist at all between now and middle school
Seeing you pressing buttons on
The cash register at the bookstore, it's
So strange, how I could recognize your face
After all these years, and we're still the same age
And I asked your name, then said 'it's good to meet you' but
You didn't seem to recognize me

It's such a shame
How sometimes things just
Disappear, disappear
And there's no blame
But sometimes things just
Disappear, disappear

Samantha, I heard your note was written well
With just one trace of hesitation
Your changes were always day to day
But Connecticut isn't far from Quebec and
These seasons will pass before you know
And maybe you'll find yourself coming home
Pen in hand and tears frozen in place
So you can rewrite the last line you erased

It's such a waste
How sometimes things just
Disappear, disappear
And there's no blame
But sometimes things just
Disappear, disappear