Missing You: 

You’ve got your own heartbreak, baby 
You don’t need to get caught up in mine  
You’ve got your headlights set for LA 
I’ve got Houston for mine  

How ‘bout a little whiskey in the backseat of your car
Singing along to Johnny and June, babe 
Your soft alto and my sweet dishevel caught traction just a little too late 
When the sunlight hits your lips, and every other time of day 
It occurs to me that soon, I’ll be missing you

We don’t need false hopes, baby, still, I ain’t dying for the truth 
Still, I ain’t dying for the truth 
When it’s all bound to change
I know what we’re bound to lose

How ‘bout a little whiskey in the backseat of your car 
Singing along to Johnny and June, babe  
Your soft alto and my sweet dishevel caught traction just a little too late  
When the sunlight hits your lips, and every other time of day  
It occurs to me that soon, I’ll be missing you

You know that you were never mine, I was always yours

How ‘bout a little whiskey in the backseat of your car 
Singing along to Johnny and June, babe  
Your soft alto and my sweet dishevel caught traction just a little too late  
When the sunlight hits your lips, and every other time of day  
It occurs to me that soon, I’ll be missing you