| Am | G | |
| I | took this walk to ease my | mind |
| F | |
| To find out what's gnawing at me |
| Wouldn't think, to look at me, |
| Am | |
| that I've | spent a lot of time in education |
| G | |
| It all seems so long ago |
| Am | |
| I'm a | thinker, not a talker |
| G | |
| I've no-one to talk to, anyway |
| Am | |
| I | can't see the road |
| G | F | |
| for the | rain in my | eyes |
| Am | G | F7 | F | |
| Ahhh, | ahhh, | ah, | ah. |
| Am | G | |
| I | live above the grocers | store, |
| F | |
| owned by an | Austrian |
| He often calls me down to eat |
| Am | |
| And he | jokes about his broken English, |
| G | |
| tries to be a friend to me |
| Am | |
| But for | all my years of reading conversation, |
| G | |
| I stand without a word to say |
| Am | |
| I | can't see the bridge |
| G | F | |
| for the | rain in my | eyes |
| Am | G | F7 | F | |
| Ahhh, | ahhh, | ah, | ah. |
| Am | G | |
| And the | world is full of | life |
| F | |
| Full of folk who don't know | me |
| And they walk in twos or threes or more |
| Am | |
| While the | light that shines above the grocers store |
| G | |
| investigates my face so rudely |
| Am | |
| And my | essays lying scattered on the floor |
| G | |
| Fullfil their needs just by being there |
| And my hands shake, my head hurts, |
| F7 | |
| my voice sticks inside my | throat |
| Am | G | |
| I'm | invisible and | dumb, |
| F | |
| no-one will recall | me |
| Am | |
| And I | can't see the water |
| G | F | |
| through the | tears in my | ey-y-yes |