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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.