What a Way to Live - Mark Chesnutt

Each night I make the rounds

To every spot in town

A lonely man with lonely time to kill

What a way to live

The paths my memories take

Just make my poor heart ache

I think of her I guess I always will

What a way to live

I’d rather lay me down tonight

And never wake again

Than to face another day

The shape my life is in

The jukebox playing loud

A face among the crowd

So much like hers it makes my heart stand still

What a way to live

I’d rather lay me down tonight

And never wake again

Than to face another day

The shape my life is in

The jukebox playing loud

A face among the crowd

So much like hers it makes my heart stand still

What a way to live