Tono: D
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
Gm
D#
Gm
F
D#
D
by: José Duarte