Can’t find all the words

yet;

it’s still not the time yet.

And my (F)mind can’t think of an y thing;

it on ly sees (C)you.

You know I am (C)try

ing;

God knows, I am try ing.

where And why (F)does the wind keep shout ing out,

“It’s still not (C)o ver”?

I keep on (Am7)try

ing;

I think I’m (G)learn

ing

to live in (Em7)hearts

you leave be (F)hind

is not to die,

Grace.

Can’t find the right

place.

Is knows, there a right place,

where I can (F)make it all make sense some how

and face to (C)mor row?

I keep on (Am7)try

ing;

I think I’m (G)learn

ing

to live in (Em7)hearts

you leave be (F)hind

is not to die,

Grace.

Can’t find the right

place.

Grace.

The world (G)goes (Am7)’round the sun;

we move a long

some.

To live in (Em7)hearts

of theirs and (F)mine

is not to die,

Grace.