A hurricane came
And blew down the trees
All their roots were upturned
Like the pieces of me
That you can’t ever hold
And I wait for your call,
Feeling small
As a shell without ocean
It’s nothing at all

And I miss you
Oh I miss you
I miss you

All the leaves have turned leather
They’re deep wine and gold
And I want your hands
When they’re weathered and old
But there’s silence
Where I once heard your voice
And it’s raining outside

And I miss you
Oh I miss you
I miss you

A hurricane came
And it blew down the trees