I'll only miss her when I think of her

And I'll think of her all the time

Likely I'll spend my days hearing her turn of a phrase

Things I found hard to praise, right now, would seem sublime

And the truth is

I'll only miss her when some stranger laughs

'Cause it's still her laugh my heart hears

Maybe in time, I guess, the longing will grow the slightest bit less

And there will be moments, yes, when it disappears

I'll bet I forget her completely

In about a hundred years

The truth is

I'll only miss her when some stranger laughs

'Cause it's still her laugh my heart hears

Maybe in time, I guess, the longing will grow the slightest bit less

And there will be moments, yes, when it disappears

I'll bet I forget her completely

In about a hundred years.