Bob Dylan Every Grain Of Sand

tom: Eb Eb Ab Eb Ab In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need Eb Ab Bb When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed Eb Ab Eb Ab There's a dyin' voice within me reaching out somewhere Eb Ab Bb Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair Bb Eb Bb Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake Bb Eb Bb Ab Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break Eb Ab Eb Ab In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand Eb Ab Bb Ab Eb In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand Eb Ab Eb Ab Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear Eb Ab Bb Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good Cheer Eb Ab Eb Ab And the sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way Eb Ab Bb To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay Bb Eb Bb I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame Bb Eb Bb Ab And every time I pass that way I always hear my name Eb Ab Eb Ab Then onward in my journey I come to understand Eb Ab Bb Ab Eb That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand Eb Ab Eb Ab I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night Eb Ab Bb In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry Bb Light Eb Ab Eb Ab In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space Eb Ab Bb In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face Bb Eb Bb I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea Bb Eb A Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me Ab Eb Ab Eb Ab I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man Eb Ab Bb Ab Eb Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand