All That’s Left Wade Bowen

Heading out, another night is falling
These empty arms have got something to prove
'Cause they're all that's left of loving you
I washed this jacket half a hundred times
But your smell don't fade away like the blue
It's all that's left of loving you

I turn the sidewalks, oh the memories
Walk these crowded streets 'till they're empty
I talk to strangers, lean on old friends
They have the silence that comes creeping in the room
'Cause that's all that's left of loving you

This pair of boots you bought me for no reason
They're looking ragged and the soles are worn clean through
They're all that's left of loving you
A man plays guitar on the corner
He must feel like me, 'cause all he plays is leaving tunes
And that's all that's left of loving you

I turn the sidewalks, oh the memories
Walk these crowded streets 'till they're empty
I talk to strangers, lean on old friends
They have the silence that comes creeping in the room
'Cause that's all that's left of loving you