My Junk (Original Broadway Cast Recording/2006)

In the midst of this nothing. This miss of a life.

Still there's this wanting to see you go by.

It's almost like lovin'. Sad as that is.

May not be cool, but it's so where I live.

It's like I'm your lover or more like your ghost.

I spend the day wondering what you do, where you go.

I try and just kick it but what can I do.

We've all got our junk, and my junk is you.

See us, winter walking after a storm.

It's chill in the wind but it's warm in your arms.

The stop all snow line, may not be true.

We've all got our junk, and my junk is you.

Well, youÂll have to excuse me, I know it's so off.

I love when you do stuff that's rude and so wrong.

I go up to my room, turn the stereo onÂ

Shoot up some you, and the you is some song.

I lie back just driftin' and play out these scenes

I ride on the rush of all the hopes and the dreams.

I May be neglecting the things I should do.

But we've all got our junk, and my junk is you.

See we still keep talkin' after you're gone.

You still with me then feels so good in my arms.

They say you go blind, maybe it's true.

We've all got our junk, and my junk is you.

It's like we stop time. What can I do?

We've all got our junk, and my junk is you.

My junk is you.

My junk is you.

You. You. You