I'm not tired of living with no one by my sideThere he was on the edge of the bed with only one leg left touching the floorA man in white reached out his hand and said, I can't feel my legs anymoreThen he cried as he prayed for his soul, I won't put myself through that againI can't remember when my body was whole, you should have just let me go way back thenI'm not tired of living with no one by my sideWhen a man goes down with no one, it's a hard way to dieIt's a hard way to dieHe lays back and he stares at the ceiling, he knows every inch of his roomSome people say he's lost all his feeling, he feels like he lives in a tombI'm not tired of living with no one by my sideWhen a man goes down with no one, it's a hard way to dieI can't imagine what is going through his headI can't imagine feeling like I'm almost deadHe's one of the sick, he's one of the dying, but you won't find a tear in his eyeHe's one of the proud and never caught crying, and all that he's got left is his prideI'm not tired of living with no one by my sideWhen a man goes down with no one, it's a hard way to dieIt's a hard way to dieIt's a hard way to dieIt's a hard way to die