C F C Dontcha take it too bad, if youʼre feelinʼ unlovinʼ G7 C If youʼre feelinʼ unfeelinʼ, if youʼre feelinʼ alone. F Dontcha take it too bad, ʼcause it ainʼt you to blame babe, C G7 Itʼs only a game made, out of all of this livinʼ C F C That we got left to do. And if you go searchinʼ for rhyme or for reason Then we wonʼt have the time that it takes just for talkinʼ About the places youʼve been babe About the faces youʼve seen babe And how soft the time flies, past your window at night. And we just canʼt have that girl Cause itʼs a sad lonesome cold world And a man needs a woman to stand by his side And whisper sweet words in his ears about daydreams And roses and playthings And the sweetness of springtime And the sound of the rain.
