(Carl Watson - Del Trolinder)      What is my reason for going on living   When I'm not really living at all?   I come home in the evening   There's no laughter there to fill the air   A cool lonely room to meet me   Nobody here to greet me.   Where has our love gone?   And then my thoughts   Begin to stray back to a happy yesterday   When love was here beside me   Your love was here to guide me   where did I go wrong?      What is my reason for going on living   When I'm not really living at all?   I reach down for the paper   And I see a toy our little boy   Left layin' there, it haunts me   I wonder if he ever wants me   To play his little games?   I guess I never took the time   To fix a hurt or make a rhyme   Or carry him on my shoulder   Will he forgive me when he's older   Or will he remember my name?      What is my reason for going on living   When I'm not really living at all?   I found a puppy down the street   With big sad eyes and muddy feet   There's nobody here to claim him   No one ]round here to name him   Or take him for a walk   I keep him here for company   And he looks up so sad at me   Each time he sees me crying he knows   Inside I'm dying if only he could talk.      What is my reason for going on living   When I'm not really living at all?      What is my reason for going on living   When I'm not really living at all?...