November in a rainstorm, the truest I ever heard The sound of babies crying in a ward Oh, like a bed of rushes, spread love out on the concrete floor Names, and dates, and faces I really can't remember
We could hardly tell the difference between one and another Sun like whiskey, snow like shedding skins of lovers And, I grew up with free and wild as bindweed Pushing for the boundary, pushing through the edges of the
I'm the girl bought a round-trip cross the Rubicon And I'm not that even I know where I'm coming from
Sentimental tango I was just fourteen I could hear Astaire and Rogers tap their way across the Oh, bullied and belittled, the sun set in the concrete I wore my sister's black skirt, all dressed up for
We could hardly tell the difference between the shouting and the It was the path of least resistance to stage my own private And the walls tumbled like Babel, down my feet Rhyme came in deliverance through the wreckage 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 her silence more Found a better example of what and tongues are for There is in your arm's love, there is truth in this song There is truth in the concrete and the nails our lives are built upon