Am -> C -> G -> D
Bridge: Am -> C, Am -> G, C -> Up 2 Frets x 2, G -> D

There's a poem of love
An old man recalled
That was written
The day everything slipped away.

A bluebird sings with every step,
And music comes from everything.
Pastel colors paint a canvas as she walks
Her back is turned and she just slips away.

There's a moment of doubt
An old man feels
When she turned
And smiled just once
And he let everything just slip away.

There's a painting in the town
An old man found
Of a girl in a field
Far away
Her back is turned
And it's always Spring.
It reminded him of the day
That everything slipped away.

That poem of love
The old man recalled
Was written by his hand the same day.
That bluebirds sang
And the colors did fade
And everything slipped away.

Everything slipped away
Everything - slipped away.