can't you see that i want to be there with open arms?
it's empty tonight, and i'm all alone
get me through this one

do you notice i'm gone?
"where do you run to, so far away?"

i want you to know that i miss you
i miss you so
i want you to know that i miss you
i miss you so

i'm writing again
these letters to you, aren't much i know
but I'm not sleeping, and you're not here
the thought stops my heart

do you notice i'm gone?
"where do you run to, so far away?"

i want you to know that i miss you
i miss you so
- finch, letters to you

i like that song. and i like the prospects of this evening: happy hour at buffalo billiards followed by other forms of drunken debauchery, it seems...bwahahaha...

i'm checking out eastern market this weekend, exploring, hopefully making a trip to the kennedy center and trying to find independent music stores...revelrevel...