In exile
don’t quite know which one of us is in exile
but I sure do miss you soul
there’s a soul-shaped hole inside of me
when I wake up in the morning
and there’s a soul-shaped hole inside of me
when I go to bed at night
I’d send you a postcard
if only I knew where you are
tell you how deeply I miss you
how much I’d love you to come home
don’t quite know which one of us is in exile
but I sure do miss you soul
there’s a soul-shaped hole inside of me
when I wake up in the morning
and there’s a soul-shaped hole inside of me
when I go to bed at night
I’d send you a postcard
if only I knew where you are
tell you how deeply I miss you
how much I’d love you to come home