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