I'm going to see some friends from out of state
The very trip you were supposed to take
A while ago
But it fell through
Like all of you
Like all of you
Thought I'd make the drive
But a free plane ride is in the air
And just like that my fear of it disappeared
Like all of you
Like all of you
And I look high and low for yesterday
High and low for you and I
High and low
Once I can see straight I might move
Somewhere cold
Seattle or the Bay area; to see your ghost
What's left of you
What's left of you
And I look high and low for yesterday
High and low for you and I
High and low
Found a letter from a man I might have met
Addressed to you
And I'll steal the words he ended with:
I miss you
And I do
Miss you
And I do
High and low for yesterday
High and low for you and I
High and low
