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