On The Lawn

I like the clothes you wear
When you take them off
I like the words you swear
When I piss you off
I like the bones you dig
Archeology
I like your bones, you dig
Getting jumped by me
I like the way you laugh
At my same old joke
I can't believe you have
Never tried a smoke
I like to hear your dream
When you dream of me
I like the pastry cream
In your patisserie

I'm gonna miss you babe
Now that you're gone
Sprinklers are hissing babe
Out on the lawn
Ain't nothing interesting
From this day on
I'm gonna miss you babe
I'm gonna miss you babe

I like the way you talk
When you speak your truth
I like the way you walk
When you wear no shoes
I like the way you stand
For what you know is right
I like the way your pants
Fit you so tight

I'm gonna miss you babe
Now that you're gone
Summer is missing babe
Out on the lawn
Ain't no more mystery
From this day on
I'm gonna miss you babe
I'm gonna miss you babe

A big old book about us
Will one day be writ
Four thousand pages long
But that ain't half of it
They'll start an institute
Based on our lives
People will flock to look
Through the archives
They'll place our book upon
My re-enacted desk
They'll keep it open to
The page I like best
When I first saw your face
Across a crowded room
And you swept the world away
Like a magic broom

I'm gonna miss you babe
Now that you're gone
Shadows are stretching babe
Out on the lawn
Ain't nothing happening
From this day on
I'm gonna miss you babe
I'm gonna miss you babe