I kept that little French girl
Tucked behind my eyelids
Three times to the hour
'Til her glass reached the bottom

And come around the time
That she turned around the corner
The days 'til I get gone
Became twice as long

And it was something like a whisper
Through the Friday evening noise
And 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

Come the shadow-morning
I called upon my old friends
They rearranged their faces
And paid out at the counter


And it was something like a whisper
Through the Friday evening noise
And though we should have got to talking
And though I should have used my voice
Still 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