I'm packing up to sing my songs, all these towns blend into one,
I'm somewhere in Madrid.
I got here on crowded trains with old guitars and a famous name,
Running like a kid, I'm running like a kid.
I carry 'round this old backpack full of CD's and Kerouac,
Living on the road.
I left my heart on the coast of Wales with the boy I met at The Last Hotel
But I had to let him go.

And that's when I was searching, I'm not searching anymore
And that's when I was learning about the things worth living for
Before I was open, before I knew I couldn't live a day
Without you
Without you

So I moved out west where the starlets play on the boulevards of West LA
And I tried to make a name.
But it never felt like home to me so I drove three days back to Tennessee
In a slow and steady rain.

And that's when I was searching, I'm not searching anymore
And that's when I was learning about the things worth living for
Before I was open, before I knew I couldn't live a day
Without you
Without you

Without you in the morning, to love me another day
Without you in the evening, when the colours start to fade
Without you on the plane ride to hold my hand and pray
Without you standing here when you could've walked away

Now I'm not searching, I'm not searching anymore
But I'm, I'm still learning 'bout the things worth living for
I am here, I am open, and now I know I couldn't live a day
Without you
Without you

I'm packin' up to sing my songs, all these towns blend into one

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Writer(s): BILL KALTABANIS, DAVID ROLAND WILLIAMS, TOM KALTABANIS, VINCENT PAUL DEGIORGIO