“How come

you don’t

make time for me an y more?”

That’s the

last thing she (Gm)said to you.

And now, when you call, she don’t an swer an y more,

or the line is bus y and you can’t get through.

In the time

it would take

you to learn from your mis takes,

in the time

it would take to dial the phone,

in the time

it would take

you to re al ize her great ness, she’ll be gone.

She’s moved on

to some one who takes the time.

Her love

was n’t

a pri or i ty to you.

You had

oth er things (Gm)on your mind.

And now

that it’s much too lit tle and so far too late,

the (Bb)bus y sig nal’s all that’s left be hind.

You’re all a lone.

In the time

No one knows what they have un til they don’t,

and by then it does n’t mat ter an y more.

You’re all a lone.

In the time

it would take

you to learn from your mis takes,

in the time

it would take to dial the phone,

in the time

it would take you to re al ize her great ness, she’ll

be gone.

She’ll be gone.

In the time

it would take

you to re al ize her great ness, she’ll

be gone.

She’s moved on.

Hang up the (Cm)phone.