Why Was I Born?-Kenny Burrell/John Coltrane

Spending these lonesome evenings With nothing to do But to live in dreams that I make up All by myself Dreaming that you're beside me I picture the prettiest stories Only to wake up All by myself What is the good of me by myself Why was I born Why am I living What do I get What am I giving Why do I want a thing I daren't hope for What can I hope for I wish I knew Why do I try To draw you near me Why do I do I cry You never hear me I'm a poor fool But what can I do Why was I born To love you I'm a poor fool But what can I do Why was I born To love you