Don't you take it too badnif you're feelin' unlovin'nif you're feelin unfeelin'nif you're feelin' alonenDon't take it too badnn'Cause it ain't you to blame, babenLord, it's only a game madenout of all of this livingnthat we got left to donnAnd if you go searchin'nfor rhyme or for reasonnthen you won't have the timenthat it takes just for talkin'nabout the places you've been, babenabout the places you've seen, babenand how soft the time fliesnpast your window at nightnnAnd we just can't have that, girln'cause it's a sad, lonesome, cold worldnand a man needs a woman to stand by his sidenand whisper sweet words in his ears about daydreamsnand roses and playthingsnand the sweetness of springtimenand the sound of the rain