Elliott Smith – Place Pigalle (Guitar)

A                          Bm
Here's the foreign son on holiday

            A     G      Bm
Meeting her eyes about halfway

                      C#7        D
A look you know it's killed many men

          C#         F#m    E       D
And I've been all of them, inside a week

        A          F#           E           A
See the man on the bar who got too drunk to speak

A                                  Bm
He adores that song, mundane as it is

            A         G     Bm
Days in a dream that wasn't his

                 C#7        D
Nights up at the top of the lift

         C#       F#m     E      D
Where continents drift too far away

            A            F#
To keep it together for long

         E      A
On this half holiday

           A                      Bm
From the bar they walk to Place Pigalle

               A     G          Bm
The taxi waved down Goodnight, sleep well

                C#7          D
Now it's just a step to the door

        C#            F#m     E        D
And he wants all the more to bring her away

             A     F#  E      F#m
Out of this temporary half holiday