C
My hands reach out to touch someone
G7
C
But they know she’s not there
G7
C
To one who used to care
F
My heart has lost the will to live
C
My lips the will to smile
G7
F
If heartache is the fashion
C
G7
C
Then I guess that I’m in style
G7
C
I never want to go
G7
C
With her new love and so
F
I stay at home and walk the floor
C
As if it’s my last mile
G7
F
If heartache is the fashion
C
G7
C
Then I guess that I’m in style
G7
C
That someone else will know
G7
C
I stood and watched her go
F
My arms will ache to hold the love
C
That I held for a while
G7
F
If heartache is the fashion
C
G7
C
Then I guess that I’m in style
G7
F
C
