He can't remember passing the ranch house
Though he's nearly home
You see him walking 'round the town on his own
He used to buy the paper, no interest anymore
The one time when you'd meet him he'd know all the scores
He's me without you (and all the things you do)
He's me without you
Sometimes as weak as water
He's considered giving in
He wonders how much strength there could be left in him
Now he's tearing up the station, nothing looks the same
It's strange how things look different when they haven't changed
He's me without you (and all the things you do)
He's me without you
Now he's tearing up the station, nothing looks the same
It's strange how things look different when they haven't changed
That would be me without you (and all the things you do)
That would be me without you (and all the things you do)
That would be me without you (and all the things you do)
That would be me without you (and all the things you do)
