G                             D                G
I kept the little French girl tucked behind my eyelids
C                             G                     D2
Three times to the hour ‘till her glass reached the bottom
    G                             D                 G
And come around the time that she turned around the corner
    C                           G        D2      G    C G
The days till I get gone became twice as long
                          C
Oh she’s something like a whisper
                           G       C G
Through the Friday evening noise
                       Am        C
Though we never got to talking
                              G      C G
And thought I never heard her voice
                         C
I know that melody she’s singing
                         G        C G
I hear it in the missing wind
                             D    G       C         D2
It leaves me standing in the emptiness of something 
               G          C G
that never did begin
  G                       D               G
I left that dirty bedroom stained into my day clothes
C                             G             D2
One time from my own love and one time from another
    G                         D              G
And come the shadow morning I called upon my old friends
     C                          G                D2        G   C G
They rearranged their faces and payed out at the counter
                           C
Oh it was something like a whisper
                           G        C G
Through the Friday evening noise
                             Am         C
Though we should have got to talking
                                 G         C G
And though I should have used my voice
                          C     
There’s that melody we’re singing
                       G         C G
I miss it in the leper wind
                             D    G       C          D2
It leaves me standing in the emptiness of something
                   G
 that never should begin