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