I miss writing songs
And driving my old car
Across America

And I miss writing songs
And feeling confident
Temporarily

And I miss waking up
And feeling terrible
It seemed so valuable

And I miss getting high
With people I don't know
And feeling like I should probably go right now

I gotta leave right now
I gotta go right now
Yeah, I gotta go

And I miss writing songs
And sitting wondering
If they'd be anything

And I miss singing songs
And smoking cigarettes
Before the internet took all of my time
And I miss coming home
After several months away
And wishin' I could stay

And I miss writing songs
About who I used to be
And people I don't see anymore

Where did everybody go?
Where did everybody go?
Where'd everybody go?
Oh, well I gotta leave right now
I gotta go right now
Yeah, I gotta go

Well I miss writing songs
And driving my old car
Back to Canada