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
