Jim Croce - Vespers

I'd ^Glike to think about her and the way she used to love me But I ^Djust can't live without her, 'cause her ^Carms are not a^Ground me And the season's getting ^Dlater and my ^Cbody's getting ^Amcolder And the ^Dvespers ring and I'm all alone, with^Cout my love be^Gside me

^GShe'd call me in the evening, ask me to come over She'd be ^Dstanding by the window, with her ^Chair down around her ^Gshoulder We'd talk a while and ^Dthen she'd smile, ^Cthen she'd lock the ^Amdoor And ^Dshe would sit beside me and we ^Amwould talk no ^Gmore

The ^Dbells would ring at ^Csix o'^Gclock and she'd be in my ^Darms Her ^Chead u^Bmpon my ^Amshoulder, ^Ggently ^Drest^Ging And ^Dthen she'd wake and ^Clook at ^Gme, not knowing I'd been ^Dwatch^Ging ^{G7 C}Kiss me softly, ^Dthen drift off to ^Gsleep

^GShe'd call me in the evening and ask me to come over She'd be ^Dstanding by the window, with her ^Chair down around her ^Gshoulder We'd talk a while and ^Dthen she'd smile, ^Cthen she'd lock the ^Amdoor And ^Dshe would sit beside me and ^Amwe would talk no ^Gmore