Hot Soup
 Last December, got here on the wrong day
 It was too late, the soup had gotten cold
 And the phone rang, hearts and smiles from my home
 With the story I wish that you could know

 And I—
 I miss you
 And I—
 I miss you

 Memories stay walking with me
 Like you did every day to school
 Now I wonder if you'd be proud
 That I made the soup on my own

 And I—
 I miss you
 And I—
 I miss you

 I miss you
 I miss you
 I miss you
 I miss you
 I miss you
 I miss you

 I—