Ba by, where’s that place where time (C)stands still?

I re mem ber like a (G)lov er can, but I for get it like a (C)leav er will.

It’s no place you can (Gmaj7)get to by your self; you’ve got to love some one and (G)they love you.

Time will stop for (C)noth ing else.

And (F)mem o ry plays tricks on us: this emp the more we cling, the less we trust.

And the (F)less we trust, the more we hurt, and as (Am)time goes on it just gets worse.

ter.

So ba by, where’s that (Gmaj7)place where time (C)stood still?

Is it un der glass in (G)side a frame?

Was it o ver when you (G)had your fill?

And (G)lov er can, but I for get it like a (G)leav er will.

It’s the first time that you (G)held my hand;

its the smell, and the (G)taste, and the fear, and the (Cm6)thrill.

It’s ev ’ry thing I (G)un der stand and all the things I nev er (G)will.