November Tale

歌詞

Her communiqué arrived with its expression of her feelings I declare I'd no idea she'd been holding and concealing Such a storm of words unsaid that, absurd as it appears Had been blowing in her head for twenty-seven years I knew I had to face her, so I grabbed my Davy Crockett Threw a scarf around my neck and twenty dollars in my pocket I found her in the same old place, a pamphlet in her fist When she saw my wind-blown face she said "well, look at who it is!" Meet me on the mad parade when the midnight bells are chiming We'll dress up as the harlequin and the clown Pile all the blunders that we've made in a tower too tall for climbing And we'll burn, the damn thing down In the grey November light she was older, still alluring Her hair was grey and longer than it ever had been during The days we loved and slept in her bed of painted wood In the little place she kept in a crumbling neighbourhood We walked along awhile like we were old and close companions But I could feel the gulf between us yawning like a canyon She with her church and code, her extravagant beliefs Me a creature of the road, a child of dust and grief Meet me on the mad parade when the midnight bells are chiming We'll dress up as the harlequin and the clown Pile all the blunders that we've made in a tower too tall for climbing And we'll burn, the damn thing down She smoked a cigarette and blew smoke rings at the ceiling She said "if your problem is long standing, man, then why don't you try kneeling? By your face I see you're still a sinner in the mist Setting up your little will as king in place of His" I said "I've heard about sin down the long wheels of ages A cracked book of lies with a thousand twisted pages" Then I looked her in the eye and I asked her clear and plain If your religion was a lie what would remain? She said "I've got my beating heart and I've two loving hands to heal with And there's nothing in my day that I ain't got the strength to deal with" I said "Darling I profess, the same applies to me" And as for all the rest, we agreed to disagree Meet me on the mad parade when the midnight bells are chiming We'll dress up as the harlequin and the clown Pile all the blunders that we've made in a tower too tall for climbing And we'll burn, the damn thing down