Daniel Romano - Missing wind

^GI kept the little French girl ^Dtucked behind my ^Geyelids ^CThree times to the hour ‘till ^Gher glass reached the ^D2bottom And ^Gcome around the time that she ^Dturned around t^Ghe corner The ^Cdays till I get gone became ^Gtwic^D2e as lon^Gg ^{C G} Oh she’s ^Csomething like a whisper Through the Friday evening ^Gnoise ^{C G} Though we never g^Amot to talk^Cing And thought I never hear^Gd her vo^Cic^Ge I know that melody ^Cshe’s singing I hear it in the mi^Gssing^C w^Gind It leaves me standing i^Dn the^G emptine^Css of s^D2omething that neve^Gr did ^Cbe^Ggin I ^Gleft that dirty bedro^Dom stai^Gned into my day clothes ^COne time from my own love^G and one ^D2time from another And ^Gcome the shadow morning I ^Dcalled upon^G my old friends They ^Crearranged their faces and ^Gpayed ^D2out at the^G cou^Cnt^Ger Oh it was something l^Cike a whisper Through the Friday ev^Gening noi^Cse^G Though we should have g^Amot to talki^Cng And though I should have us^Ged my voic^Ce ^G There’s that melody ^Cwe’re singing I miss it in the ^Gleper wind^{C G} It leaves me standing i^Dn the^G emptine^Css of somet^D2hing that never s^Ghould begin