Jason Webley - Last song

^GOne day, The ^Dsnow began to fal^Eml, ^Em7 And ^Cslowly, ^Em7inch by inch, ^AmCovered up the ^Dearth. 'Til ^Gfinally, The ^Dtop of the tallest ^Embuildin^Em7g, Was ^Clost beneath a ^Em7powdered sea, As ^Amquiet as a shadow's ^Dgrave.

And we ^Gsay that the ^Dworld isn't ^Cdying. And we ^Gpray that the ^Dworld isn't ^Cdying. And ^Gjust maybe the ^Dworld isn't ^Cdying. ^AmMaybe she's ^Dheavy with ^Gchild. ^D

^GOne night, A ^Dwoman took my ^Emhand. ^Em7 I ^Cleft my home and ^Em7followed her In^Amto an icy f^Dield. When I ^Gwanted to go ^Dback, ^EmI'd lost the w^Em7ay. So she ^Cbeckoned me to ^Em7lie beneath The ^Amstone that always bore my ^Dname.

And we ^Gsay that the ^Dworld isn't ^Cdying. And we ^Gpray that the ^Dworld isn't ^Cdying. And ^Gjust maybe the ^Dworld isn't ^Cdying. ^AmMaybe she's ^Dheavy with ^Gchild. ^D

^GOne morning, We ^Dwoke up in an ^Emalley. ^Em7 To the ^Csmell of urine, ^Em7alcohol, ^AmTrash and gaso^Dline, With a ^Gdim sense of a n^Dotion We'd held ^Emsomething in our ^Em7hands, That was ^Cbigger than ^Em7us or God, And ^Amwe can never touch ag^Dain.

And we ^Gsay that the ^Dworld isn't ^Cdying. And we ^Gpray that the ^Dworld isn't ^Cdying. And ^Gjust maybe the ^Dworld isn't ^Cdying. ^AmMaybe she's ^Dheavy with ^Gchild. ^D I've been ^Clooking at the ^Dsymptoms for a ^Emwhile, ^CMaybe she's ^Dheavy with ^Gchild.