Dave Gunning - Dust to dust

^DThey say that the wicked don?t rest ^{G D}Not in this world or the next ^{G D}She parks behind the line of long black limous^Gines ^AShe had to see it for herself ^G

^DHe used to say that she was pretty ^{G D}With her mother?s golden hair ^G And then one n^Dight he crossed a thousand lines With a breath ^Gof homemade wine lying heavy in the a^Air ^G

^DThere?s no use denying ^G Trying to pretend ^D The long road to forgiveness ^G

^AThere?s no easy way to ^D Learn to let it go ^G Back to where it was ^A Like dust to dust ^{D G D G}

^AThat door won?t close And that light won?t dim ^GIt?s a floodgate wide open with the waves crashing in ^AFrozen like the wheels of that broken-down car ^DA constant reminder of a hand-me-down scar ^G And it goes on? ^{D G D G}

^DNobody understands it ^{G D}Nobody?s ever known ^{G D}They just walk away and leave her pra^Gying ^AIn the shade of his stone ^G

^DThere?s no use denying ^G Trying to pretend ^D The long road to forgiveness ^G

^AThere?s no easy way to ^D Learn to let it go ^G Back to where it was ^A Like dust to dust ^{D G D G}