I'm missing him, I wanted to ditch him, I wouldn't have been up for itIt's hard to be beside a person in the end As bad as I said I'm letting him in all the timeI'm talking to you, my own life through, you were extraordinary, a chosen one, you seemed unrealI built this chapel for the other side, so we can meet up here and feel alrightSo where's it been, my outsider friend, were you listening to George Jones?I think it's time you go, so come meet the art that you've made, a life that you can't believe until you see yourselfI'm missing him, I wanted to ditch him, I wouldn't have been up for itI'm talking to you, my own life through, you were extraordinary, a chosen one, you seemed unrealAnd you can tell us all your stories again, and play your favorite backdands late at nightAnd you can tell us all your stories again, and play your favorite backdands late at night*