Verse 1 What good is music If you got no one to listen to it with? What good is movies If you can’t cuddle? What good’s a trip If you take it on your own? What good’s a house if it don’t feel like home? What good’s a bed if you reach out and it’s empty? What good is trying If I ain’t got it in me? Chorus What good is wishing if you know it won’t come true? What good is a me… without you? What good is a me… without you? Verse 2 We live and we learn. We build and we burn. I caused you to cry. It’s only fair. It’s my turn. They say things get better in time. But I can’t see it, girl. I must be going blind. Our closet’s half empty. Bathroom counter bare. You took your belongings, and with it my air. Verse 3 Brown paper bag, this here guitar, and the shirt I got on my back. Standing on the city line, walking next to these old railroad tracks. I know when I leave, you won’t grieve. You won’t miss me. But I’m done with this pain, done with this city, and done with tears in my whiskey. Verse 1 What good is music If you got no one to listen to it with? What good is movies If you can’t cuddle? What good’s a trip If you take it on your own? What good’s a house if it don’t feel like home? What good’s a bed if you reach out and it’s empty? What good is trying If I ain’t got it in me? Chorus What good is wishing if you know it won’t come true? What good am I… without you? What good am I… without you? Verse 2 We live and we learn. We build and we burn. I caused you to cry. It’s only fair. It’s my turn. They say things get better in time. But I can’t see it, girl. I must be going blind. Our closet’s half empty. Bathroom counter bare. You took your belongings, and with it my air. Verse 3 Brown paper bag, this here guitar, and the shirt I got on my back. Standing on the city line, walking next to these old railroad tracks. I know when I leave, you won’t grieve. You won’t miss me. But I’m done with this pain, done with this city, and done with tears in my whiskey…
