I thought I knew, the girl so well
if she was sad, I couldn't tell
I missed the point, I missed the sings
so if she's gone, the fault is mine
I know, I know, a whole lot of little things
and even though, I could face them one by one
G7sus
Her eyes are blue
her hair is long
sixty four
she was born
in Batton rouge
the very song
is in my life
I meorized her ev'ry move
I knew her books, her car, her clothes
Csus
but I paid, no attention to what mattered most