Bob Dylan - Every grain of sand acoustic

In the ^Ctime of my con^Ffession, in the ^Chour of my deepest ^Fneed When the ^Cpool of tears be^Fneath my feet ^Gflood every newborn seed There's a ^Cdying voice with^Fin me ^Creaching out some^Fwhere ^CToiling in the ^Fdanger and in the ^Gmorals of despair.

Don't ^Ghave the inclination to look ^Cback on any mis^Gtake Like Cain, I now behold this chain of e^Cvents that I must ^Gbreak In the ^Cfury of the ^Fmoment I can ^Csee the master's ^Fhand In ^Cevery leaf that ^Ftrembles, in ^Gevery ^Fgrain of ^Csand.

Oh, the ^Cflowers of indul^Fgence and the ^Cweeds of yester^Fyear Like ^Ccriminals, they have ^Fchoked the breath of ^Gconscience and good cheer The ^Csun beat down u^Fpon the steps of ^Ctime to light the ^Fway To ^Cease the pain of ^Fidleness and the ^Gmemory of decay.

I ^Ggaze into the doorway of ^Ctemptation's angry ^Gflame And every time I pass that way I ^Calways hear my ^Gname Then ^Conward in my ^Fjourney I ^Ccome to under^Fstand That ^Cevery hair is ^Fnumbered like ^Gevery ^Fgrain of ^Csand.

I have ^Cgone from rags to ^Friches in the ^Csorrow of the ^Fnight In the ^Cviolence of a ^Fsummer's dream, in the ^Gchill of a wintry light In the ^Cbitter dance of ^Floneliness ^Cfading into ^Fspace In the ^Cbroken mirror of ^Finnocence on ^Geach forgotten face.

I ^Ghear the ancient footsteps like the ^Cmotion of the ^Gsea Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other ^Ctimes it's only ^Gme I am ^Changing in the ^Fbalance of the ^Creality of ^Fman Like ^Cevery sparrow ^Ffalling, like ^Gevery ^Fgrain of ^Csand.