What'll I do without you around,
|
my words wont pun, my pennies won't pound,
|
oh and my frisbee flies to the ground,
|
what'll I do without you.
|
|
What'll I say without you to talk to,
|
no one to serve or volley the ball to,
|
you write the words but I miss the volume,
|
what'll I say without you.
|
|
Oh I don't know what to do with myself
|
now that I'm here and you're gone.
|
|
What'll I do when you've gone away,
|
my ball wont pin, my records won't play
|
and all of my hours limp into days,
|
what'll I do without you.
|
|
What'll I do now that you're gone,
|
my boat won't row, my bus doesn't come,
|
I have the fingers, you've got the thumb,
|
what'll I do without you.
|
|
Oh I don't know what to do with myself
|
now that I'm here and you're gone.
|
|
-----------------
|
What'll I Do
|
| Lisa Hannigan |
