There's a couple laughing

At the table next to mine

The waiter keeps on asking me if I'm alright

I hate to bore him with the truth

So I'll just lie and pretend I'm fine

Without you

Outside the city's slowing down

It's half past 10

I'm staring at the door

And wishing you'd walk in

But wishing isn't working now

So I'll sleep instead

In a hotel bed without you

And I'd rather be a pauper than a prince

Living without you, without you

And I'd rather be a failure than famous

Living without you, without you

Seven hundred miles away

Or just one flight

That's all that stands between

My heart and home tonight

And I'd walk every mile

To feel your hand in mine

It's just no life without you

Chorus

You know I don't know who I am

Without you

I'm only half a man

Story Behind The Song:

This song was written the week before my first record came out. I was in Chicago eating alone, dreading sleeping alone, knowing it wouldn't be the last time if I wanted a life of music. So I wrote this song to my wife, Becky, as a promise that I would never get used to the separation, and I would always choose her over work or anything else. I choose her over all because God made us one. And when I'm away from her I feel like half a man - because I am. (Mark 10: 8)