I've had rainy days and troubles in my life
I've had my share of worries like the next man down the line
But i had you to come on home to you were all i had
Losing you that's a different kind of sad
Losing you ain't like a monday morning blues
It's like waiting for a train that you know has passed on through
And i've seen times when every single bit of luck i had was bad
Losing you that's a different kind of sad
I might feel blue when the fog comes rolling in
I might start feeling lonesome when i hear a howling wind
But there's nothing that could hurt me even close to half this bad
Losing you that's a different kind of sad
Losing you that's a different kind of sad
