November in a rainstorm, the truest truth I ever heard The sound of babies crying in a hospital ward Oh, like a bed of rushes, they spread love out on the concrete floor Names, and dates, and faces I really can't remember anymore
We could hardly tell the difference between one year and another Sun like pouring whiskey, snow like shedding skins of lovers And, I grew up with magic; free and wild as bindweed Pushing for the boundary, pushing through the edges of the concrete
I'm the girl that bought a round-trip cross the Rubicon And I'm not sure that even I know where I'm coming from
Sentimental tango when I was just fourteen I could hear Astaire and Rogers tap their way across the screen Oh, bullied and belittled, until the sun set in the concrete I wore my sister's black skirt, all dressed up for Halloween
We could hardly tell the difference between the shouting and the quiet It was the path of least resistance to stage my own private riot And the walls tumbled like Babel, down around my feet Rhyme came in deliverance rising through the wreckage and the concrete
I'm the girl that bought a round-trip cross the Rubicon I'm not sure that even I know where I'm coming from
For a girl who loves her words, yeah, she loves her silence more Found a better example of what hearts and tongues are for There is truth in your arm's love, there is truth in this song There is truth in the concrete and the nails that our lives are built upon
