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