Missing Children - Teddy Thompson

Wake up and check the mail

Hoping to find a letter from you

But all I find are missing children

Turn on the morning news

Hoping to see a 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 with

«Please give what you can for the missing children»

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

Whole different place but the signs 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

Yeah I miss you — I miss you like a missing child