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Oh, sad songs, how you hit me like a storm front

With gusts of wind that cut straight through

And, with gusts so strong I can hardly move

Fast enough away from the long string of bad luck

That's somehow keeping company my solitude

And, that's keeping me from beautiful you



The plains of the Midwest are yeilding little fruit

And, the harvest isn't looking promising today

Though the weatherman is forecasting rain

The twelve o'clock sun is fighting off the gloom

And helping the remaining moisture dissipate

Before it can soak the ground's arid clay



I miss you like I miss my family

And, Darling, that's as desperate as a man can get

Before losing touch with his sanity

And tossing in all this chips on a dealer's bet

And, Darling, I'm that desperate man today



I recall a letter that a young girl wrote years ago

When her heart broke completely in two

After the one she loved professed his love untrue

Because, he couldn't find the strength to let go

Of the one he first said, "I love you." to

And, couldn't find the passion to love someone new



I remember receiving that letter like it was yesterday

And, reading the words I knew were bound to come

And, her releasing me from her first true love

After years of building it upon foundations of pain

It came tumbling down like an avalanche on the run

Cause, once you've loved once, there's no love like the first ever was



I miss you like I miss my family

And, Darling, that's as desperate as a man can get

Before losing touch with his sanity

And tossing in all this chips on a dealer's bet

And, Darling, I'm that desperate man today

Tossing in all my chips, hoping you'll come back someday