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.