G One foot stands before the cribC The other by the casketG A question formed upon stilled lipsC Is passed on but never asked [Chorus]D C I guess I believe that there's a point to what we doAm G But I ask myself is there something more besides you? [Verse]G Two are born to crossC Their paths, their lives, their heartsG If by chance one turns awayC Are they forever lost? [Chorus]D C I guess I believe that there's a point to what we doAm G But I ask myself is there something more besides you? [Verse]G This morning I awoke,C The bed warm where it once was coldG Small blessings laid upon usC Small mysteries slowly unfold [Chorus]D C Yet I still wonder is there a point to what we do?Am G 'Cause I kind of doubt that there is something more besides you [Tag]D C Although it's hard to find the pointto what we do,Am G Do I dare believe that there is something more besides you?
Something More Besides You
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