Lyrics:

I like the sound of quiet with my coffee
I like the look of nothing on the wall
I like to read myself what's in the morning paper
I guess that I don't miss you much at all

I never shared your passion for the city
I never really cared for basketball
I seem to get along without the new New Yorker
I guess that I don't miss you much at all

But oh the days when we were lovers
Such the electric pair
Doomed in a way like all the others
Classic affairs are rare and fleeting

I must have missed the changing of the seasons
Well I've seen enough of New England in the fall
I've seen enough of anywhere we were together
I guess that I don't miss you much at all

Doomed in a way like all the others
Classic affairs are rare and fleeting

I'm staring out the window in the kitchen
I'm leaning on the railing in the hall
I'm trying for the life of me to do some living

It's good how I don't miss you much at all