[Verse 1] Now, should you expect to see something that you hadnt seen In somebody youd known since you were sixteen? If love is a bolt from the blue Then what is that bolt but a glorified screw? And that doesnt hold nothing together Far from these nonsense bars and their nowhere music Its making me sick and I know its making you sick Theres nothing there, its like eating air Its like drinking gin with nothing else in And that doesnt hold me together [Chorus 1] But for one crowded hour You were the only one in the room I sailed around all those bumps in the night To your beacon in the gloom I thought I had found my golden September In the middle of that purple June But one crowded hour Would lead to my wreck and ruin [Verse 2] Now, I know you like your boys who take their medicine From the bowl to their silver spoon Who run away with the dish and scale the fish By the silvery light of the moon Who were taught from the womb to believe till the tomb That as far as their bleeding eyes see Is a pleasure pen, meant for them Builded and rent for them, not for the likes of me No, not for the likes of you and me [Chorus 1] And for one crowded hour You were the only one in the room And I sailed around all those bumps in the night To your beacon in the gloom I thought I had found my golden September In the middle of that purple June But one crowded hour Would lead to my wreck and ruin [Bridge] Oh, but the greeneyed harpy of the salt land She takes into hers, my hand She says, Boy, I know youre lying Oh, but then so am I! And to this I said, Oh well [Verse 3] Now, put me in a cage full of lions, Ill learn to speak lion In fact I know the language well I picked it up while I was versing myself In the languages they speak in hell That night that silence gave birth to a baby But they took it away to her silent dismay And they raised it to be a lady Now she cant keep her mouth shut [Chorus 1] And for one crowded hour You were the only one in the room And I sailed around all those bumps in the night To your beacon in the gloom I thought I had found my golden September In the middle of that purple June But one crowded hour Would lead to my wreck and ruin [Chorus 2] Yes, that one crowded hour You were the only one in the room Well, I played a few songs for those bumps in the night In fact, I played this very tune But you said, What is this sixstringed instrument But an adolescent loom? And one crowded hour Would lead to my wreck and ruin [Outro] Yes, and one crowded hour Would lead to my wreck and ruin Oh, and that one crowded hour Would lead to my wreck and ruin
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