Capo 1st fret

Standard (EADGBE)

I kept the little French girl tucked behind my eyelids

Three times to the hour ‘till her glass reached the bottom

 And come around the time that she turned around the corner

The days till I get gone became twice as long

 Oh she’s something like a whisper

 Through the Friday evening noise

 Though we never got to talking

 And thought I never heard her voice

 I know that melody she’s singing

 I hear it in the missing wind

 It leaves me standing in the emptiness of something

 that never did begin

 I left that dirty bedroom stained into my day clothes

One time from my own love and one time from another

 And come the shadow morning I called upon my old friends

 They rearranged their faces and payed out at the corner

 Oh it was something like a whisper

 Through the Friday evening noise

 Though we should have got to talking

 And though I should have used my voice

 There’s that melody we’re singing

 I miss it in the leper wind

 It leaves me standing in the emptiness of something

  that never should begin