I'll only miss her when I think of her   And I'll think of her all the time   Likely I'll spend my days hearing her turn of a phrase   Things I found hard to praise, right now, would seem sublime      And the truth is   I'll only miss her when some stranger laughs   'Cause it's still her laugh my heart hears   Maybe in time, I guess, the longing will grow the slightest bit less   And there will be moments, yes, when it disappears   I'll bet I forget her completely   In about a hundred years      The truth is   I'll only miss her when some stranger laughs   'Cause it's still her laugh my heart hears   Maybe in time, I guess, the longing will grow the slightest bit less   And there will be moments, yes, when it disappears   I'll bet I forget her completely   In about a hundred years.