One Crowded Hour

One Crowded Hour - Taylor Henderson

Now should you expect to see something that you hadn't seen

In somebody you'd known since you were sixteen

If love is a bolt from the blue

Then what is that 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 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 one crowded hour

Would lead to my wreck and ruin

Oh but the green eyed harpy of the song land

She takes into hers my hand

She says

Boy I know you're lying

Oh but then so am I and to this I said

Oh well

Oh but the green eyed harpy of the song land

She takes into hers my hand

She says

Boy I know you're lying

Oh but then so am I and to this I said

Oh 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 one crowded hour

Would lead to my wreck and ruin

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

What is this six-stringed instrument but an adolescent loom

But one crowded hour

Would lead to my wreck and ruin

Oh one crowded hour lead to my wreck and ruin

But one crowded hour

Would lead to my wreck and ruin