Missin

been from houston to new york back to new orleans
spittin wicked on the microphone and bustin the seams
been to baltimore and delaware and house of the blues
sung a song at the little dive where dylan made news
said a prayer in the alleyway where tori was raped
did a jig on the stage where mash was taped
gave a penny and a joke to the original kit
played piano in the place where sage was it
i’ve done a poem or a song in every town around
still haven’t figured out what i been missin

well what do you do when you come to the next clue?
found the white found the red but you can’t find blue
i been to every other city sucked on every other titty
grabbed ass got past the level last i’m too fast
everybody knew that I couldn’t be stopped
except the cops

and that was bad

but I looked up and down the last town
grinned the last grin and frowned the last frown
and all around
nothin in the form of stones was unturned or unburned
i made dern sure we all learned
but nevertheless
after all this mess
i couldn’t figure out what I been missin

then it hit me
yes it’s true
what i been missin all this time

was you.