Iâve worn out the sunset, Iâve worn out the night
Iâve worn out the daybreak, yeah Iâve worn them all out
Iâve worn out my welcome, & I donât really care
Cos Iâve worn out my patience
& now Iâm just a little worst for wear
All because I miss her so
I miss her so
I canât seem to let her go
Sunday morning sky is blue, & Iâm still in black
Nowhere is where Iâll be if she wonât have be back
She wears a nightgown on the other side of town
And all Iâve done is let her down
Wearing myself into the ground
All because I miss her so
I miss her so
I canât seem to let her go
& everybody knows it
Not everybody blows it quite like me
I miss her so
I canât seem to let this go