Be There

F#m               Bm               G                           D
And in the hour before the dawn a fog comes flowing down from hills,
  F#m              BM          G                             D
clings to fern and needle in droplets like the tears of the moon.
G               D     G                D
Lost ducks and geese honk through the mist
G          D         A
a song to call home mislaid souls

    G                A              D   A  Bm
But I don't want to be there at the end of day
G             D            A
with all the memories come echoing;
G             A               D     A Bm
not when the morning fog has burned away.
A                    D  G  A
I don't want to be there. 

And soon the leaves of autumn will run flaming up the hills,
and soon enough a fragile snow will gather on the ocean's hem.
A something wind from below the horizon
blows the sky away forever.

But I don't want to be there at the end of day
cold on the shoreline breathing painfully.
Can't stand to see you any honest way.
I don't want to be there.