Lyrics:

1988
Writer(s): Robert Byrne, Will Robinson

Talkin to the mirror whisperin your name
Just like you were here, youd think I was insane
I hold these conversations in the silence of my room
Rehearsing all the things I'd say should I run into you

'How's it going,' might be what I'd say
'You broke my heart,' you know
or 'it looks like rain today'
Or maybe, 'God I missed you since you went away'
'Your lookin well' or 'go to hell'
Might be what I'd say

There's times I feel so angry I'd put my fist right through the wall
Then there's times I've come so close to giving you a call
I love you and I hate you all at the same time
I pray that you'll come back to me before I lose my mind

'How's it going,' might be what I'd say
'You broke my heart,' you know
or 'it looks like rain today'
Or maybe, 'God I missed you since you went away'
'Your lookin well' or 'go to hell'
Might be what I'd say

Guess you'll have to wait until that day
to find out what I'd say

'God I missed you since you went away'
'Your lookin well' or 'go to hell'
Might be what I'd say