Verse 1:
Should you expect to see something that you hadn't seen
And somebody you've known since you were sixteen?
If love is a bolt from the blue,
Then what is a bolt but a glorified screw
That doesn't hold nothing together?
Verse 2:
Far from these nonsense bars and their nowhere music
It's making me sick and I know it's making you sick
There's nothing there, it's like eatin air
It's like drinking gin with nothing else in
That doesn't hold me together.
Chorus:
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 found my golden September
In the middle of that purple June
But one crowded hour
Would lead to my wreck and ruin.
Verse 3:
Now I know you like your boys who take their medicine
From the bowl with their silver spoon
Who'd run away with the dish and scale the fish
By the silvery light of the moon
Who were taught from the womb
To believe to the tune, that as far as their beady eyes see
It's a pleasure pen meant for them,
built for them, rent for them
And not for the likes of me
There not for the likes of you and me.
Chorus:
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 found my golden September
In the middle of that purple June
But one crowded hour
Would lead to my wreck and ruin.
oh' but greed-eyed harpy of the songland
To takes into hers, my hand
And she says, 'boy, I know you're lying
... oh, but so am I"
(buildup)
And to this I said 'oh well.'
Now put me in a cage full of lions, I'll learn to speak lion
In fact I know the language well
I picked it up while I was versing myself
In the language they speak in hell
That night the silence gave birth to a baby
They took away through the silent dismay
And they raised it to be a lady
Now she can't keep her mouth shut.
Chorus:
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 found my golden September
In the middle of that purple June
But one crowded hour
Would lead to my wreck and ruin.
Chorus 2: (using same chords as chorus 1)
Yes and one crowded hour,
You were the only one in the room
I played a few songs to those bumps in the night
In fact I played this very tune
You said, "what is this six-stringed instrument
But adolescent ruin?"
And one crowded hour
Would lead to my wreck and ruin
Yes and one crowded hour
Would lead to my wreck and ruin.
and one crowded hour
Would lead to my wreck and ruin.