Vārdi:
Burt Bacharach Reach Out

A chair is still a chair, even when there's no one sittin' there But a chair is not a house and a house is not a home When there's no one there to hold

Reach out for me Don't you worry, I'll see you through You just have to reach out for me I'll be there and I'll comfort you Comfort you and love you

The windows of the world are covered with rain Where is the sunshine we once knew? Ev'rybody knows when little children play They need a sunny day to