Am      Dm             G
I like walking in the park
      Em            Am
When it gets late at night
   Dm                G
I move `round in the dark
    Em                 Am
And leave when it gets light
   Dm           G
I sit around by day
     Em              Am
Tied up in chains so tight
      Dm             G
These crazy words of mine
   Em
So wrong they could be

Am                Dm
What do I get out of this?
   G            Em
I always try, I always miss
Am                          Dm
One of these days you'll go back to your home
G                           Em
You won't even notice that you are alone
Am                         Dm
One of these days when you sit by yourself
G                                 Em
You'll realise you can't show off without someone else
Am                  Dm
In the end you will submit
G                Em
It's got to hurt a little bit

I like talking in my sleep
When people work so hard
They need what they can't keep
A choice that leaves them scarred
A room without a view
Unveils the truth so soon
And when the sun goes down
You've lost what you had

What do I get out of this?
I always try, I always miss
One of these days you'll go back to your home
You won't even notice that you are alone
One of these days when you sit by yourself
You'll realise you can't show off without someone else
In the end you will submit
It's got to hurt a little bit