The Wittchen Initiative Misha lyrics

He woke up this morning on an old sofa bed.
He sat right straight up, looked around and he said,
“Today is the day I'll be leaving this town.”
No one said a word. There was not one single sound
The day that Misha left town.

He went to watch Frisbee. He threw back some beers.
He watched all his friends that he'd known through the years.
“Would he miss them?” he thought. “Sure, in a manner of speaking.”
Though not one of them knew that today he was leaving.
The day that Misha left town.

We spent but one night running round at the bars.
I know he liked vodka. He liked Cuban cigars.
He was a man of fine taste. He liked onions and brats'.
He liked chasing women to do “you-know-whats”.
Oh, Misha, don't ever leave town.


Oh, Misha, I met you not 3 months before.
At that time who knew just what was in store.
You ran really fast. Were you running from someone?
I never even asked. I just thought you were fun.

Will he ever return or is he gone forever?
Where has he moved on? Should I write him a letter?
All we knew was that Misha was a friend we would lose.
When he left that day all he left were his shoes.
The day that Misha left town.

Misha!