Lyrics

I miss my kitchen. The pots and pans. And the pinion in the morning and the thought that you're a man. I miss the windy indigo sky. I miss my catfish. I miss my truck. Didn't you get your way enough? Hear 'okay' enough? Make the call? Didn't I love you good enough, like I should enough? Oh, well. I miss my catfish. I miss my truck.