Am G
C G
If I have the space of half a day,
C F
I'm ashamed of half the things I say.
C F
I'm ashamed to have turned out this way,
F G Am
and I desire to make amends.
Am G
C G
But it don't make no difference, now,
C F
and no-one's listening, anyhow,
C F
and lists of sins and solemn vows
F G Am
don't make you any friends.
Am G
C
There's an old trick played,
G C
when the light and the wine conspire
F
to make me think I'm fine.
C F
I'm not, but I have got half a mind
G Am
to maybe get there, yet.
Am G
C G
When the sky goes pink in Paris, France,
C F
do you think of the girl who used to dance
C F
when you'd frame her moving within your hands,
G Am
saying This I won't forget?
Am G
C G
What happened to the man you were,
C F
when you loved somebody before her?
C
Did he die?
F G Am
Or does that man endure, somewhere far away?
Am G
C G
Our lives come easy and our lives come hard.
C F
And we carry them like a pack of cards:
C F
some we don't use, but we don't discard,
G Am
but keep for a rainy day.
Am G Am
