| E | Emaj7 | |
| I can think of younger days, | when living for my life was |
| F#m | E | |
| everything a man could want to | do. |
| G#7 | C#m | F#7 | |
| I could never see | tomorrow, but | I was never told |
| B7 | |
| about the sorrow. |
Chorus: |
| Emaj7 | F#m | |
And, | how can you mend a broken heart, | how can you |
stop the rain from falling down. |
| A | B7 | A | B7 | |
| How can you | stop, the | sun from | shining, |
| F#m | B7 | E | |
| What makes the | world go | round. |
| Emaj7 | F#m | |
| How can you mend this broken man, | How can a loser ever win. |
| A | B7 | A | B7 | F#m | B7 | |
Please | help me | mend my | broken | , | and let me | live |
| E | Emaj7 | E | |
| again, |
Verse 2: |
| E | Emaj7 | |
| I can still feel the breeze, | that rustles through the trees. |
| F#m | E | |
| and misty memories of day's gone | by. |
| G#7 | C#m | F#7 | |
| We could never see | tomorrow, | no one said a word |
| B7 | |
| about the sorrow. |
Repeat Chorus: |
| Emaj7 | E | |
Solo: |
Repeat Chorus: |