Missing You - Kero One

Dear Missy

I just touched Sicily

Thinking bout you, wondering how much you miss me

We just performed Spain, where some got tipsy

Saw a couple groupies, even still it’s trippy

Speaking of, the nights start late there

People leave at 12 having fun till the sun blares

Demolishing Paella, Papas Bravas and Tapas

Drinking down Cervezas with the boys and Muchachas

Yeah I learned some words, but it’s getting absurd

Lost in translation mixing up my verbs

Like «guten tag» in Prague, in Sri Lanka I said «danke»

Morocco «arigato», all these countries got me bonkers

But you know, when in Rome do as they do

Damn it’s getting late sound check’s in a few

How’s your boss treating you?

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Signed sincerely, you’re man that’s missing you

I’m missing you, I’m missing you

I wish you were here with me and I was there with you

«Bonjour Bonjour», live from Bordeaux France

Where they say «ça va?», before they slap your hand

We’ve been staying in the country with Jerome and Vernon

Sipping fine wines, till it exits our urine

Smooth on the palette, but cheap in Euros even

Here these Europeans damn near charge you for breathing

So it’s saying a lot, it’s getting crazy on the wallets

And the only way to stall it, short arms and deep pockets

Plus last night they stole my phone in Paris

With my streets smarts, who thought it would happen to me

So today I’ll keep it cheap «Big Mac» and some cheese

Keep my baggage from thieves

And leave the rapping to me

But anyway I never heard back from you

I hope you got my letter and those macarons

Tomorrow’s the election, many living with fear

If Sarkozy’s elected then the city might flip

Burning cars and all, and it’s time to dip

Next stop Tokyo, my second home nearly

And man I’m missing you, wishing you were here

Sincerely…

Wow, I’m back home, at my humble abode

Dang, its two MONTHS, since I’ve been back home

Everything’s surreal, guess that’s life on the road

And it feels good like «Tony Tony Tone»

My clocks still saying 3AM Japan

When we’d likely be out on a stage with the band

Man, I wish you here to welcome me home babe

Embrace me like you use to, brand new like a phone date

Surf me like a homepage wrestling messing with

Each other, you smother me like butter on toast

Hey and I’m still waiting on your response at least

It’s been almost a year since I’ve seen you with me

Man, why was it you, that night I let you drive?

Why was it me that night I had survived?

Why was it that some dumb ass let him drive!

As drunk as he was I can’t believe he’s alive

And your gone «poof» like you never existed

My tears rolled swift, as your head I lifted

I vowed to protect you, and now your distant

I’m waiting for the day I see you back in existence

And as days pass, I’ll keep faith in God

He won’t steer me wrong, even when it gets odd

So till we’re in heaven, keep believing within you

Signed sincerely, your man that’s missing you…