I found that record you'd been looking for yesterday
The one I'd been searching for forever

I played that record all night, you were right
The last song said it all
Even though it skipped a bit, it sounded better

I never, I never, I never knew
The only way to listen to a record like that
Is to play it through

But all of this means nothing
Yeah, all of this means nothing
All of this means nothing
Without you

I packed up the car and started to drive
Without a plan, with no direction

You said it'd be good for me
To break out of my daily routine
You were always trying to teach some lesson

You wanted, you wanted, you wanted me
To feel the open road with the wind on my face
Well, I'm here and I'm finally free

But all of this means nothing
Yeah, all of this means nothing
All of this means nothing
Without you

You and I were partners in crime
Petty thieves in a line up
But somehow we wound up here

I'm looking at a letter that I wrote to you long ago
I wouldn't even know now where to send it
It's funny how it all poured out on paper
If only I had found a way to tell you

If only, if only, if only you
Had found a way to love me for who I am
The way that I loved you

But all of this means nothing
Yeah, all of this means nothing
All of this means nothing
Without, without, without, without, without you

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): MICHAEL VIOLA, RACHAEL YAMAGATA