Three days passed since I last saw you face to face, 
and you're not here anymore tonight than the one before. 
I told you it would be the same. 
Well, I wish that I could say that I didn't lie.
Maybe tonight you'll say you're sick of this. 
Maybe tonight I'll miss you more. 
But I'm tired and you're sad and 
both of us could use a break from all of this. 
Three weeks passed since I last saw your smiling face, 
and I wish you were with me tonight. 
I told you before I hope things will be the same, 
but if I said that I was sure it'd be a lie. 
Hey, how are things where you are? 
I don't miss much about being home, 
but I miss the sound of your dogs barking 
as I climbed up your front steps and 
how I didn't always seem to feel alone. 
And I can't help but shiver, here without you.