Missing Wind by Daniel Romano Tuning: Standard Capo on 1 D2 is a C formation slid up the neck 3 frets. A regular D works as well but it is played on the album like that. G (320003@1) D (xx0232@1) GI (320003@1)kept the little French girl tucked behind my eyelids C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) D2Three (x43141@2)times to the hour 'till her glass reached the bottom G (320003@1) D (xx0232@1) GAnd (320003@1)come around the time that she turned around the corner C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) D2 (x43141@2) G (320003@1) C (x32010@1)name="chord_320003@1">G The days till I get gone became twice as long COh (x32010@1)she's something like a whisper G (320003@1) C (x32010@1)name="chord_320003@1">G Through the Friday evening noise Am (x02210@1) CThough (x32010@1)we never got to talking G (320003@1) C (x32010@1)name="chord_320003@1">G And thought I never heard her voice CI (x32010@1)know that melody she's singing G (320003@1) C (x32010@1)name="chord_320003@1">G I hear it in the missing wind D (xx0232@1) G (320003@1) C (x32010@1) D2 (x43141@2) It leaves me standing in the emptiness of something G (320003@1) C (x32010@1)name="chord_320003@1">G that never did begin G (320003@1) D (xx0232@1) GI (320003@1)left that dirty bedroom stained into my day clothes C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) D2One (x43141@2)time from my own love and one time from another G (320003@1) D (xx0232@1) GAnd (320003@1)come the shadow morning I called upon my old friends C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) D2 (x43141@2) G (320003@1)name="chord_x32010@1">C GThey (320003@1)rearranged their faces and payed out at the corner COh (x32010@1)it was something like a whisper G (320003@1) C (x32010@1)name="chord_320003@1">G Through the Friday evening noise Am (x02210@1) CThough (x32010@1)we should have got to talking G (320003@1) C (x32010@1)name="chord_320003@1">G And though I should have used my voice C (x32010@1)There's that melody we're singing G (320003@1) C (x32010@1)name="chord_320003@1">G I miss it in the leper wind D (xx0232@1) G (320003@1) C (x32010@1) D2It (x43141@2)leaves me standing in the emptiness of something G (320003@1)that never should begin