| 1971 | |
| Intro: A E A E |
| E | |
| In the shelter |
| A | |
| In the mornin' as the sun is brightly glea | ming |
| F#m | |
| I heard her crying out, "What is it all about? |
| E | A | E | |
| I | just don't know, but | I can't go back | home" |
| E | |
| Lonely princess |
| A | |
| All the days out on your own are growing emp | ty |
| F#m | |
| Nothing is going well |
| E | |
| If you could only tell them | how you feel |
| A | E | |
| But t | hey're too real to | understand |
| Chorus: |
| A | |
| Too many trite expressions |
| E | |
| Ending in forced rejections | long ago |
| A | |
| To many innocent faces |
| E | |
| In too many far out places | somethings wrong |
| B | |
| Let me tell you that | somethings wrong |
| A | E | |
| It's been that | way so long, and it's a | shame |
| On the street car |
| To the city where she knows she may lose it all |
| Riding for just a dime, takin' her own sweet time |
| And knowing well that this could be her final fall |
| Past the boutique |
| To the alley down the river, people pass her by |
| She sits on a big gray rock, takes off her boots and socks |
| Not knowin' what she will do next just starts to cry |
| Chorus: |
| A | |
| Too many wild rejections |
| E | |
| Endin' in angry questions | from her dad |
| A | |
| Too many T.V. dinners |
| E | |
| Ah, everyone loves a winner, but | she was lost |
| A | E | |
| No one knows the t | rials she had |
| (Repeat first verse, then) |
| E | A | E | A | E | A | E | |
| Hell, I just don't know, but | I can't go back | home | (fade) |