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.