November in a rainstorm, the truth I ever heard The sound of babies crying in a ward Oh, a bed of rushes, they spread love out on the concrete floor Names, and dates, and I really can't remember anymore
We hardly tell the difference between one year and another Sun like pouring whiskey, snow like shedding of lovers And, I up with magic; free and wild as bindweed Pushing for the boundary, pushing through the of the concrete
I'm the girl that bought a round-trip the Rubicon And I'm not that even I know where I'm coming from
Sentimental tango when I was just I hear Astaire and Rogers tap their way across the screen Oh, bullied and belittled, until the sun set in the I wore my black skirt, all dressed up for Halloween
We could hardly tell the difference the shouting and the quiet It was the of least resistance to stage my own private riot And the walls tumbled like Babel, around my feet came in deliverance rising through the wreckage and the concrete
I'm the girl that bought a round-trip the Rubicon I'm not sure that even I know I'm coming from
For a girl who loves her words, yeah, she her silence more Found a example of what hearts and tongues are for There is truth in your arm's love, there is in this song There is in the concrete and the nails that our lives are built upon