Were You To Be Gone

Were You To Be Gone Could I carry on Were you to be gone I guess I can But do understand The skies would be blue But have no more color Not driving with you Would lose all of its wonder Songs would be noise Losing all of its joy Sunshine on Leith Sounding more like a bleat A walk through the mill Would only be Bill No longer as green A whole different scene Those rides to nowhere Would lose all of its flare I’d hear no more laughs For my driving gaffs Going out to eat Would just be that No longer sharing Just me getting fat Could I carry on Were you to be gone I guess I can Be a man with no plan