I'm gonna see some friends from out of state The very trip that you were supposed to take A while ago, but it fell through Like all of you, like all of you Thought I'd make the drive, but a free plane ride Is in the air And just like that, my fear of it Disappeared Like all of you, like all of you And I look high and low For yesterday High and low For you and I High and low Once I can see straight, I might move Somewhere cold, Seattle or Liberia To see your ghost What's left of you, what's left of you And I look high and low For yesterday High and low For you and I High and low I found a letter from a man I might've met Addressed to you And I'll steal the words he ended with I miss you And I do Miss you And I do Miss you And I do Miss you