| Gmaj7 +++320002 |
| Asus4 x02230 |
| A9sus4 x05430 |
| capo 1st fret |
| D | Gmaj7 | D | Gmaj7 | |
| In the | time of my c | onfession, in the | hour of my deepest | need |
| D | Gmaj7 | A | Asus4 | A | |
| When the | pool of tears be | neath my feet | flood every | newborn | seed |
| D | Gmaj7 | D | Gmaj7 | |
| There's a | dyin' voice | within me | reaching out | somewhere, |
| D | Gmaj7 | A | Asus4 | A | |
| Toiling in the | danger and in the | morals | of desp | air. |
| A7 | D | A | |
| Don't have the incli | nation to look | back on any | mistake, |
| A7 | D | A | G | |
| Like Cain, I now | behold this chain of e | vents that I must | break. |
| D | Gmaj7 | D | Gmaj7 | |
| In the f | ury of the | moment I can | see the Master's | hand |
| D | Gmaj7 | A | A9sus4 | D | |
| In e | very leaf that | trembles, in | every | grain of | sand. |
| Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear, |
| Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good = |
| cheer. |
| The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way |
| To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay. |
| I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame |
| And every time I pass that way I always hear my name. |
| Then onward in my journey I come to understand |
| That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand. |
| I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night |
| In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light, |
| In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space, |
| In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face. |
| I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea |
| Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me. |
| I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man |
| Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand. |