One Crowded Hour

Now should you expect to see something that you hadnt seen
In somebody youd known since you were sixteen?
If love is a bolt from the blue
Then what is that bolt but a glorified screw
And that doesnt hold nothing together
Far from these nonsense bars and their nowhere music
Its making me sick, I know its making you sick
Theres nothing there, its like eating air
Its like drinking gin with nothing else in
And that doesnt hold me together
But for one crowded hour
You were the only one in the room
I sailed around all those bumps in the night
To your beacon in the gloom
I thought I had found my golden September
In the middle of that purple June
But one crowded hour
Would lead to my wreck and ruin
And I know you like your boys to take their medicine
From the bowl with a silver spoon
Whod run away with the dish and scare the fish
By the silvery light of the moon
Who were taught from the womb to believe to the tune
In as far as their bleeding eyes see
Is a pleasure pen, meant for them, built and rent for them
Not for the likes of me, no, not for the likes of you and me
And for one crowded hour
You were the only one in the room
And I sailed around all those bumps in the night
To your beacon in the gloom
I thought I had found my golden September
In the middle of that purple June
But one crowded hour
Would lead to my wreck and ruin
Oh, but the green eyed harpy of the song land
She takes into hers, my hand
She says, 'Boy,I know youre lying
Oh, but then, so am I', and to this I said, 'Oh well'
And they put me in a cage full of lions, I learned to speak lion
In fact I know the language well
I picked it up while I was versing myself
In the languages they speak in hell
That night, the silence gave birth to a baby
They took it away to her silent dismay
And they raised it to be a lady
Now she cant keep her mouth shut
And for one crowded hour
You were the only one in the room
And I sailed around all those bumps in the night
To your beacon in the gloom
I thought I had found my golden September
In the middle of that purple June
But one crowded hour
Would lead to my wreck and ruin
Yes, that one crowded hour
You were the only one in the room
Well, I played a few songs for those bumps in the night
In fact I played this very tune
You said, 'What is this six stringed instrument
But an adolescent loom?'
And one crowded hour
Would lead to my wreck and ruin
I say, one crowded hour
Would lead to my wreck and ruin
One crowded hour
Would lead to my wreck and ruin