Dm                          Gm
She drifted from some minor festival
F                              Eb
Didn't look like any summer of love
Eb                      F        Gm
Just a thousand weekend warriors in a muddy field
Dm                         C
She was the hand to fit my glove
Bb               C                Dsus4
Funny thing, the innocence of the lonely
Bb               C            Dm
Funny thing, the charm of the young

[Verse 2]
Dm                              Gm
See how she moves just like two angels (in white innocence)
F                         Eb
Yet one of them is on the run
Eb             F                 Gm
The other's tapping at my car window
Dm                            C
And I'm squinting through the sun
Bb               C                       Dsus4                
Trying to see if she's some child of the nineties
Bb        C                          Dsus4                              
Or just another dangerous fantasy of mine
Gm
Yeah. White innocence
Gm
She was white innocence

[Instrumental Break]

Am7  Em7  Dm7  Bb D7sus4  Am7  Em7  Dm7  Bb  D7sus4

[Verse 3]
Dm                        Gm
A perfect hole was in her stocking:
F                               Eb
It made a perfect window to her heart
Eb            F               Gm                                 
I could have moved among her waterfalls
Dm                       C
Her misty curtains drawn apart
Dm                            Gm
Did she see warm safety in my numbers
F                            Eb
To want to hitch a ride this way?
Eb              F                    Gm
 Felt like I was taking her to market now
Dm                                 C
To be sold as the last lot of the day
Bb               C               Dsus4                                     
Funny thing, the distance of the lonely
Bb               C            Dm                     
Funny thing, the charm of the young
Gm
White innocence

[Verse 4]                                                             
Dm                                    C                                        
She pressed the button, lowered the window
F                         C                 G
Let her hand trail in the slipstream of the night
F                              C
A frost from nowhere seemed to lick her fingers
Bb                                C             Dm
I could have warmed them, but the moment wasn't right

[Instrumental Break]
Em  G  Em  D   D  F  Bb  Ab  Eb  Bb  Db  Ab

[Verse 5]
Dm                                 C
Obvious, she was headed nowhere special
F                             C  G
Yes, well it was even obvious to me
F                                 C
I was doing some, some watching, some waiting
Bb                           C      Dm                       
She'd been here before, most definitely

[Verse 6]
Dm                             Gm
There was the promise of early bed-time
 F                                 Eb
There was the promise of heaven on earth
Eb          F                        Gm
Think I was sending out low-voltage electricity
Dm                                   C
Played it right down for what it was worth
Dm                             Gm
She turned and looked at me in white innocence
F                                     Eb
And with the clearest eyes of forever grey
Eb                   F          Gm
She rested one small hand for a second on my knee:
Dm                            C
I stopped the car. She walked away
Bb               C             Dsus4                             
Funny thing, the wisdom of the lonely
Bb               C            Dm
Funny thing, the charm of the young
            Gm
Away you go now