I'd be lonesome
Look at me, counting sheep up on the ceiling
Wondering if you're out there counting, too
Way down low, I don't know just how you're feeling
But I'd be lonesome if I were you.
I'd be calling me up to say "I'm sorry--
How could I have thought that you and I were through?"
I'd be kicking myself for ever leaving
Yeah, I'd be lonesome if I were you.
Funny thing: all the while you go on smiling
It's lucky I don't stand inside your shoes
'Cause I know for certain I
Would just lay right now and die
Yes, I'd be lonesome if I were you.
Wish I had back the life you've taken from me
What is life, when you're so heartsick and blue?
Did you think you could spend it all without me?
Well, I'd be lonesome if I were you.