by Townes Van Zandt

Well, don't you take it too bad
if you're feelin' unlovin'
well, if you're feelin unfeelin'
if you're feelin' alone
Don't take it too bad
'Cause it ain't you to blame, babe<BR> well, it's only a game made
out of all of this living
that we got left to do


And 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
about 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 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