(Travis Tritt)



I should've told her more I loved her

I should've spent more time at home

But should haves really aren't important

Since the fact is now she's gone

I wish I'd listened to my conscience

When it said 'don't let her go'

And if she's wondering how I'm doing

Well, I think she oughta know



(That/And) I find myself praying

More than I ever did before

And I find my heart is breaking

Each time her memory slams the door

And I find myself crying

And trying to hold on

'Cause there ain't nothing short of dying

That's worse than being left alone



I thought I'd be just fine without her

I'd be happy a free man

But the hurtin' side of lonesome

Is what I didn't understand

And the lessons that I'm learning

Lord, I'm learning awful well

'Cause nights I used to spend in Heaven

Have been replaced by nights of Hell



Repeat Chorus



There ain't nothing short of dying

That's worse than being left alone