Something More Besides You
Michael Timmins
[G] [C] [G] [C] [G]
[G] One foot stands before the crib
[C] the other by the casket.
[G] A question formed upon stilled lips
[C] is passed on but never asked.
[D] I guess I believe that there’s a point
to what we [C] do.
[Am] But I ask myself is there
something more besides [G] you?
[G] [C] [G] [C] [G]
[G] Two are born to cross
[C] their paths, their lives, their hearts.
[G] If by chance one turns away
[C] are they forever lost?
[D] I guess I believe that there’s a point
to what we [C] do.
[Am] But I ask myself is there
something more besides [G] you?
[G] [C] [G] [C] [G]
[G] This morning I awoke,
[C] the bed warm where once was cold.
[G] Small blessings laid upon us.
[C] Small mysteries slowly unfold.
Yet I [D] still wonder is there a point
to what we [C] do?
[Am] ‘Cause I kind of doubt
That there is something more besides [G] you.
[D] Although it’s hard to find the point
to what we [C] do,
[Am] do I dare believe that there is
something more besides [G] you?
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