(Travis Tritt)
I should`ve told her more I loved her
I should`ve spent more time at home
But should haves really aren`t important
Since the fact is now she`s gone
I wish I`d listened to my conscience
When it said `don`t let her go`
And if she`s wondering how I`m doing
Well, I think she oughta know
(That/And) I find myself praying
More than I ever did before
And I find my heart is breaking
Each time her memory slams the door
And I find myself crying
And trying to hold on
`Cause there ain`t nothing short of dying
That`s worse than being left alone
I thought I`d be just fine without her
I`d be happy a free man
But the hurtin` side of lonesome
Is what I didn`t understand
And the lessons that I`m learning
Lord, I`m learning awful well
`Cause nights I used to spend in Heaven
Have been replaced by nights of Hell
Repeat Chorus
There ain`t nothing short of dying
That`s worse than being left alone