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In a little while fA6rom now. If I'm C#m7not feeling any less sour
I pEmromise myself to treat myself. And viC#sit a nearby towerF#7
And Bm7climbing to the top. To throw myself off
In an Aeffort to maA5ke it clear to who-ever wA6hat it's like when yoG#7u're shattered
LefC#m7t standing in the lurch. At a cEmhurch with peopF#7le saying
"My Bm7God, that's tough, she stood him up. No point in us remaining
We may as weA6ll go home". As C#m7I did on mF#7y own. AlonBm7e again, naE7turally A6
To think that onlA6y yesterday. I was C#m7cheerful bright and gay
LoEmoking forward who wouldn't do? ThC#e role I was about toF#7 play
And as Bm7if to knock me down. Reality came around
AndA without so mA5uch as a mere touch. ThreA6w me into little pieG#7ces
LeaviC#m7ng me to doubt. Talk aEmbout God in his meF#7rcy
Who Bm7if He really does exist. Why did He desert me
In my hour of nA6eed. IC#m7 truly am inF#7deed. Bm7Alone aE7gain, naturaAlly
It sCeems to me that there are moG7re hearts broken in the world
Than can be mendeE7d. LefCt unattenF#ded
What do we do? What Bm7do we E7do?
A6C#m7EmC#F#7Bm7AA5A6G#7C#m7
EmF#7Bm7A6C#m7F#7Bm7E7A6
Looking back ovA6er the years. AnC#m7d whatever else appears
I Emremember I cried when my father dieC#d. Never wishing to F#7hide my tears
AnBm7d at sixty-five years old. My mother, God rest her soul
CouldnA't understA5and why the only man. ShA6e had ever loved hadG#7 been taken
LeaviC#m7ng her to start. With a heart Emso badly brokeF#7n. Despite encouragement from me
NoBm7 words were ever spoken. When she passed away I cried and cried all day
Bm7Alone agaE7in naturC#m7ally. F#7 ABm7lone againE7 E7naturaAlly
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