Gilbert O'Sullivan - Alone again

In a ^Flittle while from now if I'm n^Am7ot feeling any less sour I ^Cmpromise myself to treat myself and vi^D7sus4sit a nearby to^D7wer And ^Gmclimbing to the top will t^Bbm6hrow myself off In an ^Feffort to make it c^Fauglear to who ever ^Dmwhat it's like when you're ^E7shattered Left ^Am7standing in the lurch at a c^Cmhurch where people sa^D7ying My G^Gmod that's tough she stood him up No ^Bbm6point in us remaining we m^Fay as well go h^Dmome As ^Am7I did on my ^Down A^Gmlone again ^C#dimnaturally ^F

To think that only yesterday I was c^Am7heerful bright and gay Looking ^Cmforward to who wouldn't do the ro^D7sus4le I was about to pl^D7ay But as ^Gmif to knock me down rea^Bbm6lity came around And with^Fout so much as a m^Faugere touch cut me in^Dmto little pi^E7eces ^Am7Leaving me to doubt talk ab^Cmout God in His me^D7rcy Oh ^Gmif he really does exist w^Bbm6hy did he desert me ^FIn my hour of ^Dmneed I t^Am7ruly am ind^Deed A^Gmlone again ^C#dimnaturally ^F

It ^G#seems to me that there are more hearts ^EbBroken in the world that can't be ^Bbm6mended ^C#dim Left unat^Fmtended What do we ^Cdo What do we ^Gmdo ^C

Alon^Gme again nat^C#dimurally ^F [Verse 3] Looking back over the years and whate^Am7ver else that appears I re^Cmmember I cried when my father died Never ^D7sus4wishing to hide the ^D7tears And at ^Gmsixty-five years old my m^Bbm6other God rest her soul Couldn't ^Funderstand why the o^Faugnly man She had ^Dmever-loved had been ^E7taken ^Am7Leaving her to start with a h^Cmeart so badly br^D7oken Des^Gmpite encouragement from me no w^Bbm6ords were ever spoken And ^Fwhen she passed a^Dmway I c^Am7ried and cried all d^Day A^Gmlone again ^C#dimnaturally ^{F D7} slowing Alo^Gmne again na^C#dimturally ^F