(one two three)

Wake up and check the mail
open to find a letter from you
but all i find are missing children

turn on the morning news
open to see the resemblance of you
but all i see are missing children

tell me, do you miss me like a missing child?

trying to start my day
pouring the coffee
reach for the milk and the carton says
have you seen these children

so i go to church and pray
down on my knees when the plate comes
and please give what you can for missing children

oh tell me, do you miss me like a missing child?

and i do feel bad for faces in my face all day
but the circumstance
means i can't think of anything but you
no i can't care for anyone but you

so i try to get away
a whole different place
but the sign are the same
there's always more
more missing children

and when i close my eyes
i used to dream sweet dreams of you
now all my dreams
are missing children

and i miss you, i miss you like a missing child
and i miss you, i miss you like a missing child
a missing child
a missing child