| C | Am | |
| Slip sliding a | way, slip sliding | away |
| C | G | F | G | C | |
| You know the n | earer your destin | ation, the | more you slip sl | iding a | way |
| Am | C | |
| Whoah and I know a | man, he came from my h | ometown |
| F | Fm | |
| He wore his p | assion for his woman like a t | horny crown |
| C | Am | |
| He said D | olores, I live in | fear |
| C | G | F | G | C | |
| My love for y | ou's so overpow | ering, I'm af | raid that | I will dis | appear |
| chorus |
| I know a woman, (who) became a wife |
| These are the very words she uses to describe her life |
| She said a good day ain't got no rain |
| She said a bad day is when I lie in the bed |
| And I think of things that might have been |
| chorus |
| And I know a father who had a son |
| He longed to tell him all the reasons for the things he'd done |
| He came a long way just to explain |
| He kissed his boy as he lay sleeping |
| Then he turned around and he headed home again |
| chorus |
| Whoah God only knows, God makes his plan |
| The information's unavailable to the mortal man |
| We're workin' our jobs, collect our pay |
| Believe we're gliding down the highway, when in fact we're slip sliding away |
| chorus repeats 2x |
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