D 
Sitting here forgotten like 
Em            A Asus A 
A book upon a shelf 
D 
No one there to turn the page 
Em                      A 
You're left to read yourself 
Em                           D       D/C#  Bm 
Alone to sit and wonder just how the story ends 
Em 
Cause no-one ever told you child 
Asus                       A 
You gotta be your own best friend 
D 
Sunny days  cloudy days 
Em              A Asus A 
Always seem the same 
D 
If love were made of clouds I 
       Em                 A 
Almost wish that it would rain 
Em 
Even when the skies are clear 
D             D/C#   Bm 
The weather's always blue 
Em                           Asus 
Every day would be nice If I had 
Asus 
Someone I could come home to 
D Bm  Em    A               D  Bm 
Love  is it really love at all 
Em A                           F#m  Bm 
Or something that I heard love called 
Em   A                       D     Bm  Em  A      
Something that I heard love called 
D 
Now life can sometimes slip away 
Em                    A Asus A 
And love can pass you by 
D                           Em            A 
If only it had been another place another time 
Em                            D        D/C#    Bm 
Maybe there'll be someone who likes to see you smile 
Em 
Who will want to stay with you 
     Asus                       A 
And be your friend for a little while 
D 
Then wake up in the morning 
Em          A Asus A 
Feeling so alive 
D  
Something you can hold on to 
Em                    A 
Not a shadow by your side 
Em 
I guess that there'll be time to talk 
   D            D/C#      Bm 
Of things that we've been through 
Em 
That special time when all is real 
Asus                         A 
To feel reborn  when love is new 
D Bm  Em    A               D  Bm 
Love  is it really love at all 
Em A                           F#m  Bm 
Or something that I heard love called 
Em   A                       D     Bm  Em  A      
Something that I heard love called 
D 
Then sundown comes around again 
Em                A Asus A 
You find yourself alone 
D                            Em                 A 
Wander through a sea of eyes but always on your own 
Em                                 D      D/C#        Bm 
Was it really all you thought that it was suppose to  be 
Em 
Or are you just another face 
Asus                A 
In someone's fading memory 
D Bm  Em    A               D  Bm 
Love  is it really love at all 
Em A                           F#m  Bm 
Or something that I heard love called 
Em   A                       D     Bm  Em  A   D   
Something that I heard love called 
 
 
  From Eric Andersen  "Blue River LP" 
  Columbia Records  1972 
  copyright 1971 by Wind And Sand Music.