(Written by Rickie Lee Jones) I would call him, Hey Bub He had a little place he kept for me And he would tell me - (poof) Boy, we were so in love He moved us to a home there A place where he'd take care of me And I'd always know where he'd be I don't know, it happened so fast And sometimes all I see is lonely Oh lonely He's gone and I don't like to hear anymore All the places that saw us meet The darkness, there's not much left of our old town I would call him, Hey Bub He had a little place he kept for me And he would tell me - (poof) I miss him...