"On the roof we dance, old records spin romance,
nose to nose we sway to Billie Holiday.
In the morning I miss you most.
Drive to a mountain range, read Shakespeare page by page,
pronounce each word out loud to the coyotes, they will sound.

In the morning I miss you most.
I walk the streets of Philly all these days are ordinary,
I can't say that I'm not lonely.
Well today I am just only here without you around.
I miss your silent stare, your ears your lips your hair,
I miss making you laugh, cut me an orange half.

In the morning I miss you most.
Oh when do we get wise? Oh when do we get wise? Oh when do we get wise?"