Michael W. Smith - Signs

^FYou're weighed down with ^Gregret ^AmYou can't see the ^Emroad ahead ^FOr the ^Gburden on your ^Amback ^{G F}It seems the trek will ^Gnever end ^AmThe winding paths that ^Emstill descend ^FAnd up ^Gabove a sky ^Amwashed black ^FYou just ^Gcan't bear to look at ^Fthat

^CFollow the signs Open your ^Ameye^Gs ^DmRead between the lines of what you see ^FLook into the soul of reality ^COpen your mind Look at the ^Amsig^Gns ^DmNever look back at yesterday ^FKeep your gaze steady on the narrow way

^FNow you've found the ^Gsacred tree ^AmYou kneel upon the ^Embroken wheat ^FYou watch your ^Gburden fall ^Amaway ^{Em G}And all the things that ^Gyou once sought ^AmNow are counted ^Emless than lost ^FFor now you^G see the ^Amlight of day ^FThe signs were ^Gpointing all the ^Fway

^CFollow the signs Open your ^Ameye^Gs ^DmRead between the lines of what you see ^FLook into the soul of reality ^COpen your mind Look at the ^Amsig^Gns ^DmNever look back at yesterday ^FKeep your gaze steady on the narrow way

^COpen your eyes ^AmLook ^Gat the signs ^DmOpen your mind ^FFollow the signs

^CFollow the signs Open your ^Ameye^Gs ^DmRead between the lines of what you see ^FLook into the soul of reality ^COpen your mind Look at the ^Amsig^Gns ^DmNever look back at yesterday ^FKeep your gaze steady on the narrow way