I'll Only Miss Her When I Think Of Her
And I'll think of her all the time
Lately I spend my day hearing her turn a phrase
Things I find hard to praise
Right now would be sublime
Oh, the truth is: I'll only miss her when some stranger 
laughs
‘Cause its 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