Don McLean — Since I Dont Have You

I don't have plans and schemes, and I don't have hopes and dreams I don't have anything since I don't have you I don't have fond desires; I don't have happy hours I don't have anything since I don't have you I don't have happiness, and I guess I never will again When you walked out on me in came old misery And he's been here since then Now I don't have love to share, and I don't have one who cares I don't have anything since I don't have ... You, you, you, you, you