Lyrics

Maybe He Could Miss Her More - Ed Bentley
edbentley@mail.com

His thoughts reach back to their first year
When a morning kiss would jump start each new day
How she'd hold his hand, they'd talk for hours
So in love, so much to say
Then suddenly, she was gone
Nothing, the doctors could have done
Breaks his heart, thinking how
She'll never hold, a daughter or a son

Chorus
Maybe he could miss her more
If he had three lifetimes, maybe four
If he never had to sleep
Or God made an eight day week
When flowers bloom in deep, cold snow
And all the rivers cease to flow
A warm fire chills him to the core
Then maybe, he could miss her more

Her little dog still ain't Itself, just waits by the door, all day long
Wishing he'd still hear her say, "you made this coffee, way to strong"

Bridge
It helps to see his mom and dad, they stop by almost every Sunday
They think he's doing better, but they don't know what it's like for him on Monday

Chorus/Tag
Maybe he could miss her more
If he had three lifetimes, maybe four
If he never had to sleep
Or God made an eight day week
Flowers learn bloom in deep, cold snow
All the rivers cease to flow
A warm fire chills him to the core
Then maybe, he could miss her more
If he had three lifetimes, maybe four
Then maybe he could miss her more