In the morning When I awake I come to wonder Why my heart aches Though my troubles are but few In a world that seems so blue I seek to find, presence of mind But still my heart misses you We went to look for The August moon She smiled so easily Seemingly immune To a future still unknown Where I sing my songs alone I sought to find, your hand in mine But still my heart misses you And now, who am I without you Redefine who I am on my own Though I know you will always Be a part of me We took a walk in The September sun You shined so brightly On all that we had won I still wait for something new See your face in all I do I seek to find, while days unwind But still my heart, misses you I still miss all of those little things the everyday brings My hands miss a making a mess of your hair Oh, I miss those philosophical, theological wonderings Your everyday tears over life's beauty and tragedy Your way of scratching your back on the door jam like a horse