Somewhere With Somebody Else

Somewhere With Somebody Else

 Well, I woke up this morning with nothing to do

 and nothing but time on my hands.

 And I laid there in bed just thinking about you

 and trying to make some new plans.

 Well, I looked at the ceiling and looked at the walls,

 and I looked at the door for a while.

 Then I looked at myself just laying there looking

 and finally broke down and cried.

 

 ‘Cause there’s no sense in planning the things that make life worth living

 when my reason for living is gone.

 And there’s no sense pretending that I can make it all right

 when I’ve already made it all wrong.

 And there’s no sense in trying to fool anybody

 when I know that I can’t fool myself.

 But if I had any sense, you’d be somewhere with me

 instead of somewhere with somebody else.

 Well, now I don’t need to worry about staying out late

 and leaving you all by yourself.

 And I don’t need to worry about watching my weight

 or taking good care of my health.

 And I don’t need to worry about filling my glass

 and drinking too much by myself.

 All my worries are over. Lord, I’m free at last

 ‘cause you’re somewhere with somebody else.

 All my worries are over. Lord, I’m free at last . . .

 ‘cause you’re somewhere with somebody else.