A car missing its engine The earth, without the sun A book of empty pages A cop without a gun A church with no believers A star without a name A fight with no good reason And the tracks without a train That's what I am Since you left Nothing round here Makes any sense It's a shame that God went through such trouble To make me all I am But without your love I'm just a waste Of blood and bones and skin ♪ I know I should be thankful For my blood and bones and skin I'm as healthy as a horse, they say But without a race to win I'm as pointless as a guillotine In a room of petty thieves Or a teenage boy With a rake in his hand Staring up, at all the leaves That's what I am Since you left Nothing round here Makes any sense It's a shame that God went through such trouble To make me all I am But without your love I'm just a waste Of blood and bones and skin Yeah, without your love I'm just a waste Of blood and bones and skin