Bob Dylan - Every grain of sand

In the ^Dtime of my con^Gfession, in the ^Dhour of my deepest ^Gneed When the ^Dpool of tears be^Gneath my feet ^Aflood every newborn seed There's a ^Ddying voice with^Gin me ^Dreaching out some^Gwhere ^DToiling in the ^Gdanger and in the ^Amorals of despair.

Don't ^Ahave the inclination to look ^Dback on any mis^Atake Like Cain, I now behold this chain of e^Dvents that I must ^Abreak In the ^Dfury of the ^Gmoment I can ^Dsee the master's ^Ghand In ^Devery leaf that ^Gtrembles, in ^Aevery ^Ggrain of ^Dsand.

Oh, the ^Dflowers of indul^Ggence and the ^Dweeds of yester^Gyear Like ^Dcriminals, they have ^Gchoked the breath of ^Aconscience and good cheer The ^Dsun beat down u^Gpon the steps of ^Dtime to light the ^Gway To ^Dease the pain of ^Gidleness and the ^Amemory of decay.

I ^Agaze into the doorway of ^Dtemptation's angry ^Aflame And every time I pass that way I ^Dalways hear my ^Aname Then ^Donward in my ^Gjourney I ^Dcome to under^Gstand That ^Devery hair is ^Gnumbered like ^Aevery ^Ggrain of ^Dsand.

I have ^Dgone from rags to ^Griches in the ^Dsorrow of the ^Gnight In the ^Dviolence of a ^Gsummer's dream, in the ^Achill of a wintry light In the ^Dbitter dance of ^Gloneliness ^Dfading into ^Gspace In the ^Dbroken mirror of ^Ginnocence on ^Aeach forgotten face.

I ^Ahear the ancient footsteps like the ^Dmotion of the ^Asea Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other ^Dtimes it's only ^Ame I am ^Dhanging in the ^Gbalance of the ^Dreality of ^Gman Like ^Devery sparrow ^Gfalling, like ^Aevery ^Ggrain of ^Dsand.