There is a rider on the storm.
A silence when I go away.
A violence when I told you:
Lord, you’ll miss me, you will miss me,
When I’m gone.
There is a promise I’ve been making:
A price that I’ve been paying —
I loved you, I’ll leave you.
Lord, you’ll miss me, you will miss me,
When I’m gone,
When I’m gone.
You will miss me,
You will miss me,
When I’m gone.