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 
Over there is the chair where I held whenever she cried 
                                                   A        D
Over there by the window, the flowers she left - have all died 

In my room, way at the end of the hall 
I sit and stare at the wall 
Thinking how lonely I've grown, all alone in my room