Intro: DVerso 1:
D G I can't count the times, I stepped out for some air. A G D And gave away a sunny day to the hellhounds of despair. D G And climbed inside a bottle, I felt it's amber glow. A G D And it warmed me till I burned with rage, at what I still don't know. D G Sometimes I think I'm a better friend, than my friends have been to me, A G D Only to discover how wrong a man can be. D G A silent, thoughtful favor, a card without a name. A G D I feel just like a traitor, and I hang my head in shame.D G A D 'Cause we're all in this together, ah man we're all in this apart. D G A D Through fair and stormy weather, and tawdry affairs of the heart. D G A D Feel free to send a letter, or you can call me anytime on the phone. D G A D 'Cause we're all in this together, and we're all in this alone.Verso 2:
D G Red wine makes my fingers drunk and they dial at 3 a.m. A G D And the sound of my voice thrills me more than those on the other end. D G But they always do forgive me, they don't even have to try, A G D I've long ago accepted this, though I still wonder why. D G If a man is truly judged by the greatness of his enemies A G D Folks I think you're staring at one sorry SOB. D G For the venal and the petty have had the best of me A G D I conceded them their victories and that has set me free.D G A D 'Cause we're all in this together, ah man we're all in this apart. D G A D Through fair and stormy weather, and tawdry affairs of the heart. D G A D Feel free to send a letter, or you can call me anytime on the phone. D G A D 'Cause we're all in this together, and we're all in this alone.Instrumental: D G A D D G A DChorus D G A D 'Cause we're all in this together, ah man we're all in this apart. D G A D Through fair and stormy weather, and tawdry affairs of the heart. D G A D Feel free to send a letter, or you can call me anytime on the phone. D G A D 'Cause we're all in this together, and we're all in this alone. A D Yeah man we're all in this alone.Verso 3:
D* G* When you think it's all been done, you're sure it's all been said, A* G* D Some young unknown poet drops a line that stops you dead. D G I've lived in some glass houses, thrown my share of stones, A G D Now the only songs I criticize are the ones I call my own.