Bill Anderson Not Really Living At All
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
