It started off with a friendly smile
We hit if off from there
I’ve gone a thousand miles
Now you’re nowhere

I’m still back at home
In bed thinking about you
You’re in London or Rome
I’m still blue
 [bad word] ] 
All the little things mean the most
The smell of your hair or the songs that I wrote
All the little things I think about at night
These things I’ll savor for a lifetime

Your string still hangs on my wall
Next to my head at night
Out the window I call
But you’re no where in sight

And now it all makes sense
That maybe just maybe
You will always be that person
Who makes me crazy
 [bad word] 

[Bridge:]
Long summer walks
Nights kissing in the snow
Your pure green eyes
Your sweet hellos
Our favorite song
Your picture in the frame
These little things 
All mean the same