| Db | Bbm | Db | Bbm | |
| In the time of my | confession, in the | hour of my deepest | need |
| Db | Bbm | Ab | Absus | Ab | |
| When the | pool of tears | beneath my feet flood | every | newborn | seed |
| Db | Bbm | Db | Bbm | |
| There's a | dyin' voice | within me | reaching out some | where, |
| Db | Bbm | Ab | Asusb | Ab | |
| Toiling in the | danger and in | the mora | ls of d | espair. |
| Ab7 | Db | Ab | |
| Don't have the in | clination to look b | ack on any mist | ake, |
| Ab7 | Db | Ab | |
| Like Cain, I now | behold this chain of e | vents that I must br | eak. |
| Db | Bbm | Db | Bbm | |
| In the | fury of the m | oment I can | see the Master's h | and |
| Db | Bbm | Ab | Absus | Db | |
| In ev | ery leaf that t | rembles and, | in ever | y grain of | sand. |
| Db | Bbm | Db | Bbm | |
| Oh, the flowers of | indulgence and the | weeds of yester | year, |
| Db | Bbm | Ab | Absus | |
| Like criminals, they have | choked the breath of c | onscience | and good |
| Ab | |
| cheer. |
| Db | Bbm | Db | Bbm | |
| The sun beat down | upon the steps of | time to light the | way |
| Db | Bbm | Ab | Absus | Ab | |
| To | ease the pain of | idleness and the | memory | of dec | ay. |
| Ab | Ab7 | Db | Ab | |
| I gaze into the | doorway of | temptation's angry | flame |
| Ab | Ab7 | Db | Ab | |
| And every time I | pass that way I | always hear my | name. |
| Db | Bbm | Db | Bbm | |
| Then | onward in my | journey I | come to unde | rstand |
| Db | Bbm | Ab | Db | |
| That every hair is | numbered like | every grain of | sand. |
| Db | Bbm | Db | Bbm | |
| I have gone from rags to | riches in the | sorrow of the | night |
| Db | Bbm | Ab | Absus | Ab | |
| In the violence of a | summer's dream, in the c | hill of | a wintry | light, |
| Db | Bbm | Db | Bbm | |
| In the | bitter dance of | loneliness | fading into | space, |
| Db | Bbm | Ab | Absus | Ab | |
| In the | broken mirror of | innocence on | each | forgotten | face. |
| Ab | Ab7 | Db | Ab | |
| I hear the ancient | footsteps like the | motion of the | sea |
| Ab | Ab7 | Db | Ab |
| Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me. |
| Db | Bbm | Db | Bbm | |
| I am hanging in the | balance of a | perfect finished | plan |
| Db | Bbm | Ab | Db | |
| Like e | very sparrow | falling, like | every grain of s | and |