Old Man Mike - Missing Lyrics

Combing my hair
In the morning
It's a blessing
It's a blessIng
Laugh at the things
I used to think
I was missing
I was missing

I wake up late
The moon is still I
You fix my plate
The sky will never fall
With raindrops

And my arms are aching
There is a fever inside
You say we'll make it
To the border line
Make my feet run
It's a story
Older than time
Mountains rise
And fall down
With your smile
With your smile

My glass is half full
I broke it
Down upon the kitchen floor
You are the strings
Plucked by those mystic winds
I am the chord and progression to sing
We'll work the numbers
Make them add up right
And our eyes will
Meet through
All day and all
Night
My rifle volleys
On the valleys
Of your quarry
And shells fall down
That echo to tomorrow
To Tomorrow

Combing my hair
In the morning
It's a blessing
It's a blessIng
Laugh at the things
I used to think
I was dearly missing
Sincerely missing