Steely DanThings I Miss The Most

I don't mind the quiet Or the lonely nights I don't miss the funky attitudes And I don't miss the fights I lie on the couch 'til suppertime And hunker down and read the Post And that's when I remember the things I miss the most: The talk The sex Somebody to trust The Audi TT The house on the Vineyard The house on the Gulf Coast These are the things I miss the most I kinda like frying up My sad cuisine Getting in bed and curling up with a girlie magazine Sometimes in the corner of my eye I see that adorable ghost And then ba-boom I remember the things I miss the most The talk The sex Somebody to trust The comfy Eames chair The good copper pans The '54 Strat These are the things I miss the most I had a little birdy friend By morning she was gone Birdie good-bye Birdie bye bye I'm learning how to meditate So far so good I'm building the Andrea Doria out of balsa wood The days really don't last forever But it's getting pretty damn close And that's when I remember the things I miss the most The talk The sex Somebody to trust The Audi TT The house on the Vineyard The house on the Gulf Coast These are the things I miss the most
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