Ella Jean - Timothy B. Schmit

I don’t much like it when you are gone

Something’s wrong when you’re gone

I know you’re safe and you won’t be long

But I don’t much like it when you’re gone

This big old house isn’t quite the same

When you’re not here to call my name

I know you’re right where you belong

Still I don’t much like it when you’re gone

Flowers in your hair

Walking in the sand

While you’re far away

I do the best I can

Sometimes I wonder how my world would be

By myself, only me

I think I’d rather be a stepping stone

'Cause I don’t much like it when you’re gone

Ella, Ella Jean

Where are you?

Ella, Ella Jean

I miss you

I live my life like a hermit man

Walk my dog;

wash my hands

I drive my car, nothing’s really wrong

Still I don’t much like it when you’re gone

When I close my eyes

Lay me down to sleep

I can see your face

Smiling back at me

Every now and then you’ve been on my mind

Not too much — just all the time

But don’t you worry, you know I’m strong

But I don’t much like it when you’re gone

Ella, Ella Jean

Where are you?

Ella, Ella Jean

I miss you

Ella, Ella Jean

Where are you?

Ella, Ella Jean

I miss you