Being on tour in Europe without Helen for 3 months...missing the love of my life.
He sits alone in his hotel room
Nothing much to watch on TV
Waiting for the phone to ring
No need to guess who it might be.
When it rings his heart skips a beat
That sweet familiar voice on the line
They talk about things they'll do when he returns
And words like forever you'll be mine.
He misses the misses
She fullfills all his dreams and wishes
Out of his mind he can't get her kisses
'Cause he misses the misses.
He hangs up the phone and lays down to sleep
Her gentle words filling up his dreams
But restless nights keep him awake
He misses the misses.
From the train window the world goes by
Ever changing days and the land
He counts the hours that go by so slow
And the time again when he'll hold her hand....