I kept the little French girl tucked behind my eyelids.
Three times to the hour 'till her gla** reached the bottom.
And come around the time that she turned around the corner.
I kept the little French girl tucked behind my eyelids.
Three times to the hour 'till her gla** 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 line a whisper
Through the Friday evening noise.
Though we never got to talking
And though 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 counter.
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