(Written by Rickie Lee Jones) 



 I would call him, Hey Bub

He had a little place he kept for me

And he would tell me - (poof)

Boy, we were so in love

He moved us to a home there

A place where he'd take care of me

And I'd always know where he'd be



I don't know, it happened so fast

And sometimes all I see is lonely

Oh lonely  



He's gone and I don't like to hear anymore

All the places that saw us meet

The darkness, there's not much left of our old  town 



I would call him, Hey Bub

He had a little place he kept for me

And he would tell me - (poof)

I miss him...