We were all so anxious to go home
We were tired of each other
It was a fact well known
But when the time came
We felt torn apart
Each of us would have
Gone back to the start
And now the days tick away
We're already losing touch
But there's still so much to say
And the quiet's too much
I miss Switzerland
and stupid jokes
I miss Germany
and my girls
I miss mustard in the water
and soccer around the world
I miss Jack and Katrin
and stupid games
I didn't win.
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Written August 3rd, 2006
