C           Am                 Em
Don't talk, don't say a thing
             F                                  C
'Cause your eyes, they tell me more than your words
C         Am               Em
Don't go, don't leave me now
              F                        C
'Cause they say the best way out is through

Am        F       C
And I am short on words
C        G        Am
Knowing what's occurred
Am     F        C               G
She begins to leave because of me
C           G        F
Her bag is now much heavier
    C       G        F
I wish that I could carry her
     C       G    F
But this is our ungodly hour

I know you're leaving now
'Cause I held on to my way tightly
Stay still until you know
Tomorrow finds the best way out is through

And I am short on words
Knowing what's occurred
She begins to leave because of me

Her bag is now much heavier
I wish that I could carry her
But this is our ungodly hour
Ungodly hour, ungodly hour

And I am short on words
Knowing what's occurred
She begins to leave because of me

Her bag is now much heavier
I wish that I could carry her
But this is our ungodly hour
Ungodly hour, ungodly hour

Her bag is now much heavier
I wish that I could carry her
But this is our ungodly hour