There's a couple laughing At the table next to mine The waiter keeps on asking me if I'm alright I hate to bore him with the truth So I'll just lie and pretend I'm fine Without you
Outside the city's slowing down It's half past 10 I'm staring at the door And wishing you'd walk in But wishing isn't working now So I'll sleep instead In a hotel bed without you
And I'd rather be a pauper than a prince Living without you, without you And I'd rather be a failure than famous Living without you, without you
Seven hundred miles away Or just one flight That's all that stands between My heart and home tonight And I'd walk every mile To feel your hand in mine It's just no life without you Chorus You know I don't know who I am Without you I'm only half a man
Story Behind The Song: This song was written the week before my first record came out. I was in Chicago eating alone, dreading sleeping alone, knowing it wouldn't be the last time if I wanted a life of music. So I wrote this song to my wife, Becky, as a promise that I would never get used to the separation, and I would always choose her over work or anything else. I choose her over all because God made us one. And when I'm away from her I feel like half a man - because I am. (Mark 10:8)
