| G | D |
| G | D | |
| I took this walk to ease my mind |
| Am | |
| To find out what's gnawing at me |
| C | |
| Wouldn't think to look at me, |
| G | D | |
| that I've | spent a lot of time in education |
| C | |
| It all seems so long ago |
| G | D | |
| I'm a | thinker, not a talker |
| C | |
| I've no-one to talk to, anyway |
| G | F | |
| I | can't see the | road |
| C | G | |
| for the | rain in my e | yes |
| G | F | C | G | |
| Ahh | h . | .. |
| D | |
| I live above the grocers s | tore, |
| Am | |
| owned by an Austrian |
| C | |
| He often calls me down to eat |
| G | D | |
| And he j | okes about his broken English, |
| C | |
| tries to be a friend to me |
| G | D | |
| But for | all my years of reading conversation, |
| C | |
| I stand without a word to say |
| G | F | |
| I c | an't see the | bridge |
| C | G | |
| for the | rain in my | eyes |
| Ahhh... |
| (now it changes key, everything goes up 1 step) |
| A | E | |
| And the | world is full of | life |
| Bm | |
| Full of folk who don't know me |
| D | |
| And they walk in twos or threes or more |
| A | E | |
| While the l | ight that shines above the grocer's store |
| D | |
| Investigates my face so rudely |
| A | E | |
| And my e | ssays lying scattered on the floor |
| D | |
| Fulfill their needs just by being there |
| A | E | |
| And my h | ands shake, my h | ead hurts, |
| D | A | |
| my v | oice sticks in | side my throat |
| A | E | |
| I'm invi | sible and d | umb, |
| D | A | |
| And | no-one will re | call me |
| A | G | |
| And I ca | n't see the wa | ter |
| C Am7? E A |
| for the tears in my ey-y-yes |