One Less Set Of Footsteps

	  		
C                F         G 
We're been runnin' away from,  
C               F      G 
Somethin' we both know,  
     C      E7   F       C 
We've long run out of things to say, 
      F      C    Bb   G 
And I think I'd better go.  
C                   F    G 
So don't be gettin' excited,  
        C       Em      Am  D7 
When you hear that slammin' door,  
                   C             G 
'Cause there'll be one less set of footsteps 
	  F		   C 
On your floor in the mornin'. 


C                        F         G 
And we've been hidin' from somethin', 
                 C             F      G 
That should have never gone this far, 
C       E7     F        C 
But after all it's what we've done, 
     F      C    Bb   G 
That makes us what we are. 
C                        F    G 
And you've been talkin' in silence,  
             C     Em Am  D7 
Well if it's silence you adore,  
                C             G 
Oh, there'll be one Less set of footsteps 
	  F		   C 
On your floor in the mornin'. 


                 F                               C 
Well there'll be one Less set of footsteps on your floor, 
F      Am   C  
One Less man to walk in, 
F                              G  
One Less pair of jeans upon your door, 
Am     D     G7 
One less voice a-talkin' 



C              F         G 
But tomorrow's a dream away,  
      C               F         G 
And today has turned to dust, 
C         E7       F       C 
Your silver tongue has turned to clay, 
         F    C     Bb  G 
And your golden rule to rust.  
C                        F         G 
If that's the way that you want it, 
                C   Em    Am  D7 
Well that's the way I want it more,  
                   C             G 
'Cause there'll be one less set of footsteps 
	  F          C 
On your floor in the mornin'. 


              F                         C  
Well there'll be one Less set of footsteps on your floor, 
F      Am   C  
One Less man to walk in, 
F                              G  
One Less pair of jeans upon your door, 
Am     D     G7 
One less voice a-talkin'




C              F         G 
But tomorrow's a dream away,  
      C               F         G 
And today has turned to dust, 
C         E7       F       C 
Your silver tongue has turned to clay, 
         F    C     Bb  G 
And your golden rule to rust.  
C                        F         G 
If that's the way that you want it, 
                C   Em    Am  D7 
Well that's the way I want it more,  
                   C             G 
'Cause there'll be one less set of footsteps 
	  F          C 
On your floor in the mornin'.