Dm
In my room, way at the end of the hall
C
I sit and stare at the wall
Bb
A
Dm
Thinking how lonesome I’ve grown, all alone in my room
Dm
In my room, where very night is the same
C
I play a dangerous game
Bb
A
Dm
A
I keep pretending she’s late so I sit, and I wait
Dm
Over there is the picture we took when I made her my bride
A
D
Over there by the window, the flowers she left – have all died
Dm
In my room, way at the end of the hall
C
I sit and stare at the wall
Bb
A
Dm
A
Thinking how lonely I’ve grown, all alone in my room
Gm
D#
Gm
F
D#
D
F
Gm
D#
Dm
C
A
Bb
D
