He's got a job in the city; he's got a ticket for a fast train home

He's tryin' his best to get back to you, you know he's been gone too long

Well he's paid the bill at the B and B, said, “have a nice weekend” to the folks in the bank

He's thrown everything in a suitcase and he's gone

Ask him why he's in a hurry every word is true

He'll say life don't mean a thing without you

When he gets in at the station his watch says a quarter to ten

He knows early Monday morning he's gonna be here again

But in the meantime now it's the weekend and fun begins Friday night

He presses his face to the window to see if you're there

Ask him why he's in a hurry every word is true

He'll say life don't mean a thing without you

He don't need nobody else when he is far from home

He don't need no pretty company

And it would break this young mans heart, tear his world apart

If he should ever find out about you and me

Ask him why he's in a hurry every word is true

He'll say life don't mean nothin' without you

Without you

Without you