By townes van zandt

Dont you take it too bad
If youre feelin unlovin
If youre feelin unfeelin
If youre feelin alone
Dont take it too bad

cause it aint you to blame, babe
Lord, its 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 wont have the time
That it take just for talkin
About the places youve been, babe
About the places youve seen, babe
And how soft the time flies
Past your window at night

And we just cant have that, girl
cause its a sad, lonesome, cold world
And a man need 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