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