there's somethin bout the way she played
her voice is still ringin in my ears
i hung on every word she sang
onto every lonely chord she made
i felt like i could close my eyes
and get lost in the things she said
it was like all of the songs were mine
but they were comin outta her lips instead
i thought about her every night
and every time i touched my guitar
i'd go up to the Hall to pick
and ask about her down at the bar
then she came walkin in one night
and pulled a chair up next to mine
i asked her if she'd join my band and
she smiled at me and shook her head
well is it alright for me to say i missed you
is it strange for me to say i missed you all this time
i hope you understand i don't care about no band
i just wish i could hear you all the time
she'd text me every now and then
we'd go up to the Hall and play
and hang out back the Doublewide
and drink and talk about Gillian
she filled this lonely space in me
i didn't even know i had
i don't think that it was in my heart and
i don't think that it was in my head
i miss you waitin by your car
for me out in the parking lot
smokin your cigarette
a hand still on your guitar
i miss the way you get so real
whenever you burn it down low
i miss your soul next to mine
i was hopin that you'd sing that song with me
well is it alright for me to say i miss you
is it strange for me to say i miss you all the time
from one soul to another
not like lovers, friends, or brothers
more like porches, guitars, and wine
not like lovers, sisters, or brothers
more like voices, strings, and rhymes