Blood and Bones and Skin - Chely Wright

A car missing its engine, the Earth without the Sun

A book of empty pages, a cop without a gun

A church with no believers, a star without a name

A fight with no good reason and the tracks without a train

That’s what I am since you left

Nothin' round here makes any sense

It’s a shame that God went through such trouble

To make me all I am

But without your love

I’m just a waste of blood and bones and skin

I know I should be thankful for my blood and bones and skin

I’m as healthy as a horse, they say, but without a race to win

I’m as pointless as a guillotine in a room of petty thieves

Or a teenage boy with a rake in his hand

Staring up at all the leaves

That’s what I am since you left

Nothin' round here makes any sense

It’s a shame that God went through such trouble

To make me all I am

Cause without your love

I’m just a waste of blood and bones and skin

Yeah without your love

I’m just a waste of blood and bones and skin