Из альбома: Chicago XIX
Girl, well it's been one of those days again,
and it seems like the harder I try,
over and over, I'm right back where I began;
but you understand.
Oh girl, when nothing else in this world goes right,
oh I just want to run to you.
You pull me through.
Oh baby, who wouldn't want to have you in their life?
Tell me: What kind of man would I be,
living a life without any meaning?
And I know you could surely survive without me,
but if I had to live without you,
tell me what kind of man would I be?
Times when it was pointless for me to try;
I was more than a desperate man.
What seemed like forever was gone with one touch of your hand.
Oh, girl, if I could count all the sleepless nights,
when you were there for me.
A fool could see, oh baby,
once that I found you there was no letting go.
Tell me: What kind of man would I be,
living a life without any meaning?
And I know you could surely survive without me,
but if I had to live without you,
tell me what kind of man would I be?
[Repeat and fade]