One Crowded Hour

Would lead to my wreck and ruin
And one crowded hour
I thought I had found my golden September

You were the only one in the room
Would lead to my wreck and ruin
In the middle of that purple June
Now she can't keep her mouth shut
I thought I had found my golden September
To your beacon in the gloom
She says, "Boy, I know you're lying
From the bowl with a silver spoon

I say, one crowded hour
I sailed around all those bumps in the night

One crowded hour
But one crowded hour
Would lead to my wreck and ruin
Would lead to my wreck and ruin
And I know you like your boys to take their medicine
That night, the silence gave birth to a baby

In as far as their bleeding eyes see
Well, I played a few songs for those bumps in the night
To your beacon in the gloom
If love is a bolt from the blue
In the middle of that purple June
They took it away to her silent dismay
Oh, but then, so am I", and to this I said, "Oh well"

It's making me sick, I know it's making you sick
But one crowded hour
She takes into hers, my hand
Who were taught from the womb to believe to the tune
Far from these nonsense bars and their nowhere music

In fact I played this very tune
Oh, but the green eyed harpy of the song land
It's like drinking gin with nothing else in
I picked it up while I was versing myself
And I sailed around all those bumps in the night

Then what is that bolt but a glorified screw
But for one crowded hour
By the silvery light of the moon
In the middle of that purple June
And I sailed around all those bumps in the night
And that doesn't hold nothing together
And for one crowded hour
You said, "What is this six stringed instrument
Would lead to my wreck and ruin
And that doesn't hold me together
In fact I know the language well
And they put me in a cage full of lions, I learned to speak lion

To your beacon in the gloom
But an adolescent loom?"

But one crowded hour
And they raised it to be a lady
You were the only one in the room
There's nothing there, it's like eating air

Yes, that one crowded hour
In the languages they speak in hell
I thought I had found my golden September
Who'd run away with the dish and scare the fish
You were the only one in the room
And for one crowded hour
You were the only one in the room
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