I'm not home now but I will be
When I knock upon your door and you heal me
From those hard times, from those heartaches
The nasty turns I took before my will breaks out
We'll roll through your door and I'll be resting on your breast

All those people, and all those places
I just can't remember all them faces
Some are good ones, some are bad ones
Had to spend my money right I though I had some
I bought a ticket right to you and I'd be resting on your breast

I might not be too good at most things I do
But I'm the very best at missing you
I am the very best at missing you

Got no answers from my wandering
The lonely nights I stayed up a pondering
Alone and drinking slowly sinking
A million miles from you what was I thinking
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I hope I'm not too late to roll in and rest upon you breast

I know you're tired and you're lonesome
You cry yourself to sleep trying to hold on
I feel you breaking I can't take it
I'm driving through the night and I'll make it
By the morning sweet darling I'll be resting on your breast

I might not be too good at most things I do
But I'm the very best at missing you
I am the very best at missing you

I might not be too good at most things I do
But I'm the very best at missing you
I am the very best at missing you
I am the very best at missing you