I'll only miss her when I think of her And I'll think of her all the time Likely I'll spend my days hearing her turn of a phrase Things I found hard to praise, right now, would seem sublime And the truth is I'll only miss her when some stranger laughs 'Cause it's still her laugh my heart hears Maybe in time, I guess, the longing will grow the slightest bit less And there will be moments, yes, when it disappears I'll bet I forget her completely In about a hundred years The truth is I'll only miss her when some stranger laughs 'Cause it's still her laugh my heart hears Maybe in time, I guess, the longing will grow the slightest bit less And there will be moments, yes, when it disappears I'll bet I forget her completely In about a hundred years.
