Not Really Living At All — текст песни (Bill Anderson)

What is my reason for going on living when I`m not really living at all
I come home in the evening there`s no laughter there to fill the air
A cool lonely room to meet me nobody here to greed me where has our love gone
And then my thoughts begin to stray back to a happy yesterday
When love was here beside me your love was here to guide me where did I go wrong
What is my reason for going on living when I`m not really living at all
I reach down for the paper and I see a toy our little boy
Left layin` there it haunts me I wonder if he ever wants me to play his little games
I guess I never took the time to fix a hurt or make a rhyme
Or carry him on my shoulder will he forgive me when he`s older
Or will he remember my name
What is my reason for going on living when I`m not really living at all
I found a puppy down the street with big sad eyes and muddy feet
There`s nobody here to claim him no wonder round here to name him
Or take him for a walk
I keep him here for company and he looks up so sad at me
Each time he sees me crying he knows inside I`m dying if only he could talk
What is my reason for going on living when I`m not really living at all
What is my reason for going on living when I`m not really living at all