I've been singing a song about sorrow
While playing guitar about you,
Strumming of lonely tomorrows,
You're hearing me sing something blue, 
     something true:
That I really don't want to stop loving you,
     Who once loved me too, 
     So warmly, now why do
     You have to be so cool?  So cruel?

Looks like our love life is shattered,
Looks like no more me and you.
Everything that ever mattered
Has scattered, and I wish I knew
     what to do,
Looks like I might have to stop loving you,
     Who, among the so few, 
     I did love true,
     Whom do you wish to turn into?

     It's all so dramatic, this loving and not loving,
     It's all an illusion, whatever you do,
     It's just that the living is better with hot loving,
     But I never thought 
       that I ever ought 
       to be not loving you.
  
So off we shall go, one another,
Seeking to find someone new.
Then there shall come other lovers
To change and estrange us anew, 
     make sure we are through,
Until it won't matter that I stop loving you,
     Who once seemed so new,  
     As I did to you, 
     Now it's time to throw out the old shoe.

     But if I could, I would keep you forever, you know,
     And if you would, you could keep me too,
     I would never stop loving you.

You are hearing a song about sorrow
That I having been playing for you,
Strumming of lonely tomorrows,
You're hearing me sing something true, 
     something blue:
That I really don't want to stop loving you
     Who once loved me too, 
     So warmly,
     Now why do you have to be so cool?  So cruel?

          E                    C - D
I've been singing a song about sorrow

E             A - E        F#-A
While playing guitar about you,

B                     A
Strumming of lonely tomorrows,

       E       A  E              A
You're hearing me sing something blue, 

     G         D
     something true:

     B        A             E           D
That I really don't want to stop loving you,
 


     Who once loved me too, 

        A               A7
     So warmly, now why do

                       E
     You have to be so cool?

 


          B         A           E          E7
     It's all so dramatic, this loving and not loving,
 
          B      A             E    A   E
     It's all an illusion, whatever you do,

          B             A         E           E7
     It's just that the living is better with hot loving,
  
         F#m                   A                  B              B7 
     But I never thought  that I ever ought to be not loving you.     



              F#m                        E
     But if I could, I would keep you forever, you know,

                F#m                      A
     And if you would, you could keep me too,

                        B      B7
     I would never stop loving you.