One Crowded Hour

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 bolt from the blue
Then what is a 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
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 for one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin.

O but the green-eyed harpy of the salt land
She takes into hers my hand
And she says "Boy, I know you're lying... O but then so am I!"
And to this I said
"O well."

O but the green-eyed harpy of the salt land
She takes into hers my hand
And she says "Boy, I know you're lying... O but then so am I!"
And to this I said
"O well."

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 for 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 and an adolescent loom?"
Oh but one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin.
Oh that one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin.
For one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin.