In a book in a box in the clos et,

in a line in a song I once (Am)heard,

in a mo ment on a front porch late one June,

in a breath in side a whis per be neath the moon,

there it was at the tip of my fin gers.

There it was on the tip of my (Am)tongue.

There you were and I had nev er been that far.

There it was: the whole world wrapped in side my arms,

and I let it all (F)slip a way.

(C)What do I do now that you’re gone?

No (F)back up plan, no sec ond chance and (Am)no one else to blame.

(C)All I can hear in the si lence that re mains

are the (F)words I could n’t say.

There’s a rain that ’ll nev er stop fall ing,

there’s a wall that I’ve tried to take (Am)down.

What I should ’ve said just would n’t pass my lips,

There so, I held whole and now we’ve come to this,

and I and it it’s (F)too late now.

(C)What do I do now that you’re gone?

No (F)back up plan, no sec ond chance and (Am)no one else to blame.

(C)All I can hear in the si lence that re mains

are the (F)words I could n’t say.

(F)words I could n’t say.

I should have (Dm)found a way to tell you how I felt.

Now the on ly one I’m (F)tell in’ is my (G)self.

(F)words I could n’t say.

What do I do,

what do I say?

And (Am)no one else to blame.

(C)All I can hear in the si lence that re mains

are the (F)words I could n’t say.