Without You

I'm packing up to sing my songs, all these towns blend into one,

I'm somewhere in Madrid.

I got here on crowded trains with old guitars and a famous name,

Running like a kid,

I'm running like a kid.

I carry 'round this old backpack full of CD's and Kerouac,

Living on the road.

I left my heart on the coast of Wales with the boy I met at The Last Hotel

But I had to let him go.

And that's when I was searching, I'm not searching anymore

And that's when I was learning about the things worth living for

Before I was open, before I knew I couldn't live a day

Without you

Without you

So I moved out west where the st2iarlets play on the boulevards of West LA

And I tried to make a name.

But it never felt like home to me so I drove three days back to Tennessee

In a slow and steady rain.

And that's when I was searching, I'm not searching anymore

And that's when I was learning about the things worth living for

Before I was open, before I knew I couldn't live a day

Without you

Without you

Without you in the morning, to love me another day

Without you in the evening, when the colors start to fade

Without you on the plane ride to hold my hand and pray

Without you standing here when you could've walked away

Now I'm not searching, I'm not searching anymore

But I'm, I'm still learning 'bout the things worth living for

I am here, I am open, and now I know I couldn't live a day

Without you

Without you

I'm packin' up to sing my songs, all these towns blend into one