Don't you take it too bad if you're feelin' unlovin'
if you're feelin unfeelin'
if you're feelin' alone Don't take it too bad
Cause it ain't you to blame, babe
Lord, it's just some kind of game made out of all of this living that we got left to do And if you go searchin' for rhyme or for reason then you won't have the time that it take just for talkin' about the places you've been, babe
about the places 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 sad, lonesome, cold world and a man needs a woman just 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