Capo II

G5 C5 G5  C5 G5  D5  G5

       G5          C5            G5
It's a lesson too late for the learnin',
C5       G5   D5         G5
made of sand, made of sand
                  C5              G5
In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin',
C5       G5   D5         G5
in your hand, in your hand.

        D5                  C5           G5 
Are you going away with no word of farewell,
           C5        G5            D5    D5
will there be not a trace left behind?
        G5                    C5    
Well, I could have loved you better,
       G5                 
didn't mean to be unkind;
    D5                 D5               G5
you know that was the last thing on my mind.

           G5         C5          G5
You've got reasons a-plenty for goin',
C5      G5   D5        G5
this I know, this I know.
                        C5        G5
For the weeds have been steadily growin',
C5            G5  D5             G5
please don't go, please don't go.

        D5                  C5           G5 
Are you going away with no word of farewell,
           C5        G5            D5    D5
will there be not a trace left behind?
        G5                    C5    
Well, I could have loved you better,
       G5                 
didn't mean to be unkind;
    D5                 D5               G5
you know that was the last thing on my mind.

                  C5             G5
As we walk on, my thoughts keep tumblin',
C5         G5    D5           G5
round and round, round and round
                        C5       G5
Underneath our feet the subways rumblin',
C5    G5     D5      G5
underground, underground

        D5                  C5           G5 
Are you going away with no word of farewell,
           C5        G5            D5    D5
will there be not a trace left behind?
        G5                    C5    
Well, I could have loved you better,
       G5                 
didn't mean to be unkind;
    D5                 D5               G5
you know that was the last thing on my mind.

               C5          G5
As I lie in my bed in the mornin',
C5       G5  D5         G5
without you, without you.
                 C5             G5
Every song in my breast lies a bornin',
C5       G5  D5         G5
without you, without you.

        D5                  C5           G5 
Are you going away with no word of farewell,
           C5        G5            D5    D5
will there be not a trace left behind?
        G5                    C5    
Well, I could have loved you better,
       G5                 
didn't mean to be unkind;
    D5                 D5               G5
you know that was the last thing on my mind.

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