Sweet Swing

Everyday I miss you,
I even imagined we were swinging
listening to some old song on the radio
going two steps right, two steps left, 
slowly in a nice imperfect swing,
I'd probably be on your feet.

Yes, listening to songs together,
how nice that would be,
instead of you there and me here.

Everyday I miss you,
me here alone, you there on your own,
not that we don't enjoy our solitude,
but closer as we are always together anyway
would be such a nice sweet swing.