D# G# A# I just don't fit in this place D# G# A# Their thoughts cast me out of here D# G# A# Their home has run out of space D# G# A# My mind's already out of here Chorus: F# G# Won't you come along, dear? A# D# Won't you come along? Words that are spoke alone Phrases you will never hear empty rooms and a telephone That I will never use, never fear Chorus: I am all alone, dear I am all alone My dogs come sit next to me A pack of dogs and cigarettes My only friends speak no words to me But they look at me and they don't forget F# G# That a boy's best friend is his mother or whatever has become his pet | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# D# F# G# |