Why Was I Born? Lyrics - The P.c. Blues - Red Garland

Spending these lonesome evenings 

With nothing to do 

But to live in dreams that I make up 

All by myself 

Dreaming that you're beside me 

I picture the prettiest stories 

Only to wake up 

All by myself 

What is the good of me by myself? 

Why was I born 

Why am I living 

What do I get 

What am I giving 

Why do I want a thing 

I daren't hope for 

What can I hope for 

I wish I knew 

Why do I try 

To draw you near me 

Why do I do I cry 

You never hear me 

I'm a poor fool 

But what can I do 

Why was I born 

To love you 

I'm a poor fool 

But what can I do 

Why was I born 

To love you