A car missing its engine, the Earth without the Sun
A book of empty pages, a cop without a gun
A church with no believers, a star without a name
A fight with no good reason and the tracks without a train
That's what I am since you left
Nothin' round here makes any sense
It's a shame that God went through such trouble
To make me all I am
But without your love
I'm just a waste of blood and bones and skin
I know I should be thankful for my blood and bones and skin
I'm as healthy as a horse, they say, but without a race to win
I'm as pointless as a guillotine in a room of petty thieves
Or a teenage boy with a rake in his hand
Staring up at all the leaves
That's what I am since you left
Nothin' round here makes any sense
It's a shame that God went through such trouble
To make me all I am
Cause without your love
I'm just a waste of blood and bones and skin
Yeah without your love
I'm just a waste of blood and bones and skin