In days of old I would turn to you The voice of reason Telling me what to do I could be certain If I screwed up You’d be there Telling me when to stop But now I gotta give you up
You would always be There to take control No sentiment Just whole-hearted strong Strong enough To pull me from the brink The only love I crave You gave me to drink
Now You’re gone What am I gonna do? Now you’re gone What am I gonna do?