I've been thinking,
thinking about you and me
About back when you told me that
This was no longer what you
wanted it to be
You wore jeans of silver when
you told me goodbye
I had the arrogance
of asking you why
Now I know that, yes I know that
Of course I'm sober now
But what am I
supposed to do
Without you
Without you, tell me,
what am I supposed to do?
Without you, without you,
what am I supposed to do?
I found this picture of you and I
and a friend we used to see a lot
Somehow it reminded me of all the
things that I've no longer got
The flash has got your eyes all red
and your hair is messed up too
Still when I look at it I can figure that
no woman prettier than you
Now I know that, yes I know that
It's all over now
But what am I supposed to do without you,
without you?
What am I supposed to do without you,
without you?
What am I supposed to do?
I don't know what I'm doing,
I don't know what I'm
What am I supposed to do
Without you, without you
Tell me, what am I supposed to do
What am I supposed to do, without you?
I supposed to do, without you?
What am I supposed to do?