Verse 1:
           A                           Bm
Should you expect to see something that you hadn't seen
            C#m                 D 
And somebody you've known since you were sixteen?
     E        F#m               
If love is a bolt from the blue,
       D                      A
Then what is a bolt but a glorified screw
        D                    E
That doesn't hold nothing together?

Verse 2:
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 eatin air
It's like drinking gin with nothing else in
That doesn't hold me together.

Chorus:
        A             Bm
But for one crowded hour
              C#m              D 
You were the only one in the room
      E                   F#m   
I sailed around all those bumps in the night 
       D                 A
To your beacon in the gloom
     C#                 D     
I thought I found my golden September 
         A                   F#m
In the middle of that purple June
     A           Bm
But one crowded hour
       D            E          A
Would lead to my wreck and ruin.

Verse 3:
A                                           Bm
Now I know you like your boys who take their medicine
         C#m                    D
From the bowl with their silver spoon
E                          F#m
Who'd run away with the dish and scale the fish 
D                          A
By the silvery light of the moon
C#         
Who were taught from the womb
D                      A                          F#m
To believe to the tune, that as far as their beady eyes see
A
It's a pleasure pen meant for them, 
Bm
built for them, rent for them
D                E         A
And not for the likes of  me
D                            E
There not for the likes of you and me.


Chorus:
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 found my golden September 
In the middle of that purple June
But one crowded hour 
Would lead to my wreck and ruin.

E                          B        A
oh' but greed-eyed harpy of the songland
E                  B   A
To takes into hers, my hand
F#m                          B
And she says, 'boy, I know you're lying
E           B      E
... oh, but so am I"
E (buildup)
And to this I said 'oh well.'


A                            Bm                        C#m
Now put me in a cage full of lions, I'll learn to speak lion
       D                       E
In fact I know the language well
           F#m             D                   
I picked it up while I was versing myself 
       A             D   A  D  Bm
In the language they speak in hell
                C#m                    D
That night the silence gave birth to a baby
       E                      F#m
They took away through the silent dismay
         D                 A
And they raised it to be a lady
        D                    E
Now she can't keep her mouth shut.

Chorus:
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 found my golden September 
In the middle of that purple June
But one crowded hour 
Would lead to my wreck and ruin.

Chorus 2: (using same chords as chorus 1)
Yes and one crowded hour,
You were the only one in the room
I played a few songs to those bumps in the night
In fact I played this very tune
You said, "what is this six-stringed instrument
But adolescent ruin?"
And one crowded hour 
Would lead to my wreck and ruin

A              Bm
Yes and one crowded hour
D         E            A
Would lead to my wreck and ruin.
A              Bm
and one crowded hour
D         E            A
Would lead to my wreck and ruin.
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