Pere Ubu
Miss You
It had a hard day's night
It had a harvest moon
It had a breeze like a lover's hand
It couldn't come too soon

Take it awhile
Awhile to be there

I heard an old man cry
Or like a tortured land
Where to play through the scene
Was more than he could stand

It was a long walk home
Oh to come to you
Through the heat of a rising land
I saw a writhing moon