Just a park bench On a high cliff Told me how to be alone Told me that I'm getting older
Such a small tow-own On it's way out
But it sure can make a lot of noise Raising hell without a voice
* When the line's drawn When it's all go-o-one In a box up on a shelf
** Seaside Told you lie-i-i-i-iss Said I could live without you
Seaside Like the ti-i-i-ide Pull me out like it's your issue
You don't know how much I'll miss you
Such a small thing Pack a small bag Seven hour one way flight Least we get to say goodnight
But it could add up It could get tough Chasing dreams in Tennessee Losing half the memories
You don't know how much I'll miss you You don't know how much I'll miss you
