| C | F | C | |
| Don't you take it too bad, if yo | u're feelin' unlovin' |
| G | G7 | C | |
| If you're feelin' unfeelin, if | you're | feelin' alone |
| F | |
| Don't you take it too bad, cause it ain't you to blame, babe |
| G | G7 | |
| well it's some kind of game, babe, out of al | l of this | living, |
| C | |
| that we've got left to do. |
| Aw if you go searchin, for rhyme or for reason |
| well then you won't have the time that it takes just for talkin |
| about the places you've been, babe, and the faces you've seen, babe |
| and how soft the time flies past your window at night. |
| And we just can't have that girl, cause it's a hard 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. |