should have told her more i loved her

i should have spent more time at home

i thought id be just fine without her

but the fact is now shes gone

i should have listened to my concience

when it said dont let her go

and if shes wondering how im doing

well i think she aught to know

chours:

that 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 my self crying

and trying to hold on

cause there aint nothing short of dieng

thats worse than being left alone



i thought id be just fine without her

id be happy a free man

but the hurting side of lonesome

is what i didnt understand

and the lessons that im learnin'

lord im learning all to well

the nights i used to spend in heaven

have been replaced by nights of hell

(reapeat chours)

lord there aint nothin short of dieng

thats worse than being left alone