I’ve told you everything I have to say;
Now go.  You’re like that truck-stop country song,
How can I miss you, when you won’t go away? --

The one that, wishing you’d laugh, I used to play
On air guitar the summer we came unstrung.
I’ve told you everything I have to say:

Lie down and rest.  Deny it as you may,
You’re dead, you know.  I saw you die.  So long.
How can I miss you when you won’t go away?

I place such trust that, placed the proper way,
The right words make things right, but am I wrong?
I’ve told you everything I have to say,

Expecting what?  A way with words to outweigh
Your way with silence, that’s so final and so strong?
How can I miss you when you won’t go away?

You linger as if death’s cast you astray,
The same as life.  Is there no place you belong?
I’ve told you everything I have to say.
How can I miss you, when you won’t go away?