I could be a millionaire if I had the money

I could own a mansion, no I don't think I'd like that

But I might write a song that makes you laugh, now that would be funny

And you could tell your friends in England you'd like that

But now I've chosen aeroplanes and boats to come between us

And a line or two on paper wouldn't go amiss

How is Worcestershire? Is it still the same between us?

Do you still use television to send you fast asleep?

Can you last another week? Does the cistern still leak?

Or have you found a man to mend it?

Oh, and by the way, how's your broken heart?

Is that mended too? I miss you

I miss you, I really do. 



I've been reading Browning, Keats and William Wordsworth

And they all seem to be saying the same thing for me

Well I like the words they use, and I like the way they use them

You know, Home Thoughts From Abroad is such a beautiful poem

And I know how Robert Browning must have felt

'Cause I'm feeling the same way about you

Wondering what you're doing and if you need some help

Do I still occupy your mind? Am I being so unkind?

Do you find it very lonely, or have you found someone to laugh with?

Oh, and by the way, are you laughing now?

'Cause I'm not, I miss you

I miss you, I really do.



I really do.