Gilbert O'Sullivan - Alone again

I^Gbmaj7n a little while from n^Gb6ow If I'^Bbmin7m not feeling any less sour I pro^Dbmin7mised myself to treat myself And v^Bbdim7isit a nearby to^Eb7wer

And c^Abmin7limbing to the top Will ^Abdim7throw myself off Gb Gb+ In an effort to make it clear to whoever Wh^Gb6at it's like when you'r^F7e shattered

Left s^Bbmin7tanding in the lurch, at a ^Dbmin7church Were people are ^Eb7saying My G^Abmin7od that's tough, she stood him up No p^Abdim7oint in us remaining

We^Gbmaj7 may as well go^Gb6 home As^Bbmin7 I did on my ow^Eb7n ^Abmin7Alone ag^Db7ain, natur^Gbmaj7ally

To^Gbmaj7 think that only yester^Gb6day I was che^Bbmin7erful, bright and gay Looking for^Dbmin7ward to, but who wouldn't do T^Bbdim7he role I was ab^Eb7out to play

Bu^Abmin7t as if to knock me down Re^Abdim7ality came around Gb Gb+ And without so much as a mere touch Cu^Gb6t me into little pieces^F7

L^Bbmin7eaving me to doubt ^Dbmin7All about God and His me^Eb7rcy Fo^Abmin7r if He really does exist Wh^Abdim7y did He desert me

^Gbmaj7In my hour of n^Gb6eed? ^Bbmin7I truly am inde^Eb7ed ^Abmin7Alone ag^Db7ain, natur^Gbmaj7ally

I^At seems to me that There are more hearts Broken i^E7n the world That ca^Abdim7n't be mended ^Db7Left unatt^Aended W^Ebdim7hat do we d^Dbmaj7o? What do we d^Abmin7o? ^Db7b9

A^Abmin7lone aga^Db7in, natura^Gbmaj7lly

N^Gbmaj7ow looking back over th^Gb6e years And what ev^Bbmin7er else that appears I reme^Dbmin7mber I cried when my father died N^Bbdim7ever wishing to ^Eb7hide the tears

And at^Abmin7 sixty-five years old My mot^Abdim7her, God rest her soul Gb Gb+ Couldn't understand, why the only man She^Gb6 had ever loved had bee^F7n taken

Leav^Bbmin7ing her to start with a h^Dbmin7eart So badly bro^Eb7ken Des^Abmin7pite encouragement from me No ^Abdim7words were ever spoken

A^Gbmaj7nd when she passed ^Gb6away I ^Bmin7cried and cried all^Eb day ^Abmin7Alone ag^Db7ain, natur^Gbmaj7ally ^Abmin7Alone ag^Db7ain, natur^Gbmaj7ally