Don't You Take It Too Bad (Clark Guy)

Well, don't you take it too bad If you're feelin' unlovin' If you're feelin' unfeelin' If you're feelin' alone Don't take it too bad 'Cause it ain't you to blame, babe Lord, it's some kind of game, babe Out of all of this living That we've got left to do And if you go searching For rhyme or for reason Then you won't have the time That it takes just for talkin' About the places you've been, babe About the faces you've seen, babe And how soft the time flies Past your window at night And we just can't have that, girl 'Cause it's a sad, lonesome, cold world And a man needs a woman Just to stand by his side And whisper sweet words in his ears about daydreams And roses and playthings And the sweetness of springtime And the sound of the rain