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