| F# | G | D | |
| I know that | I can | be lonely, |
| A | G | |
| So stay with me, | don't play with me. |
| D | A | |
| Don't blow out | everything. |
| F# | G | D | A | |
| You got to | know how I fe | e - | l, |
| G | |
| It's my achillies | heel, |
| C | G | C | G | D | |
| Feeling | lonely. |
| F# | G | D | |
| Things never | change, but they | really can. |
| A | G | |
| And I have the | green memory, |
| D | A | |
| I've got to | feel your smile. |
| F# | G | D | A | |
| I feel that | I am part of a | whee - | l, |
| G | |
| It's my achillies | heel, |
| C | G | C | G | D | |
| Feeling | lonely. |
| C | G | C | G | D |