Now should you expect to see something that you hadn't seen in somebody you've known Since you were sixteen if love is a bird from the blue Then what is it but a glorified screw that doesn't hold nothing together Far from these nonsense boys and their nowhere music It's making me sick, I know it's making you sick There's nothing that's like eating air It's like drinking gin with nothing else in And that doesn't hold me together But for one crowded hour you were the only one in the room I'd sail around all those bumps in the night till you'd be gone in the gloom I thought I'd find my calling September in the middle of that part of June But one crowded hour would lead to my reckoned moon I know you like your boys who take their medicine from the bowl of a silver spoon Who'd run away with the dish and scare the fish by the silvery light of the moon Who'd turn from the wound to believe to the tune that his voice had bleed And I'd say, is it pleasure payment for them, bill it ain't rent for them Not for the likes of me, they're not for the likes of you and me But for one crowded hour you were the only one in the room I'd sail around all those bumps in the night till you'd be gone in the gloom I thought I'd find my calling September in the middle of that part of June But one crowded hour would lead to my reckoned moon Oh, but the green eye of your dissonance She takes into hers my hands And she said, boy, I know you're lyin' Oh, but this old man, at least I said I will They put me in a cage for the night and started out to speak in line In fact, I know their language well I picked it up while I was versing myself in the language They pick it out and I decided to give birth to it, baby They took it away, it was time to spend it Raised it to be a lady Now she can't keep her mouth shut But for one crowded hour you were the only one in the room I'd sail around all those bumps in the night till you'd be gone in the gloom I thought I'd find my calling September in the middle of that part of June But one crowded hour would lead to my reckoned moon Yes, and one crowded hour you were the only one in the room I'd play a tune for those bumps in the night In fact, I played this very tune I said, what is this mixed-up instrument? But I don't listen to And one crowded hour would lead to my reckoned moon Yes, and one crowded hour would lead to my reckoned moon Oh, and one crowded hour would lead to my reckoned moon © transcript Emily Beynon