To be sung to a basic blues strum...
Well, I have three sisters, but one of them's gone.
She went home to Heaven when the days were still long.
One had a birthday just yesterday,
So I called her up to see what she'd say.
It went straight to voicemail. (I wasn't surprised.)
She'll call me back later; I'm sure she's all right.
So I called up the other of the two I have left.
We talked for a while, but we both felt bereft.
Don't get me wrong -- I'm glad for those two.
If I didn't have them, God knows what I'd do.
There're also two brothers that I love a whole lot,
But that sister that's missing leaves a big empty spot.
There's nothing that beats having a sister.
Well three, but one's gone, and boy, have we missed her.
That's the song I wrote for you, Missy.
