Letra da Música Not Really Living At All de Bill Anderson

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 greet 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 one ]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?...