One Crowded Hour

Now should you expect to see something that you hadn't seen

In somebody you'd known since you were sixteen;

if love is a bolt from the blue, then what is that bolt but a glorified screw?

and that doesn't hold nothing together

Far from these nonsense bars and their nowhere music it's making me sick

And I know it's making you sick

There's nothing there, it'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

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 salt land

She takes into hers my hand

She says, \"Boy I know you're lying

Oh but then, so am I,\"

And to this I said \"Oh well.\"

Oh but the green-eyed harpy of the salt land

She takes into hers my hand

She says, \"Boy I know you're lying

Oh but then, so am I,\"

And to this I said \"Oh well.\"

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

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

\"What is this six-stringed instrument but an adolescent loom?\"

Over one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin.

Owhh

Over one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin

For one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin.