The String Cheese Incident - 45th of November lyrics

No matter when it comes One thing sure, it comes too soon Fame, d**h, love, all find us Never quite prepared, or in tune You hunger through the years For the proper combinations to appear At long, long last it's crystal clear You really cannot get there from here Others seem to know when to make their moves But that may not be true More likely, they're as hungry as you For the moment, everything clicks The fat lady's tiger rolls and does his tricks 45th of November 26:10 on the clock In the future, we won't remember What will they make of such talk? Learn the art of compromise Pa** the days when nothing works out right We keep the faith of years Or we blow the whole thing up in one good fight 45th of November 26:10 on the clock In the future, we won't remember What will they make of such talk? Feed me sweet lemon wine Squeeze the juice from the peel Playing strip poker with time And it's your turn to deal Feed me sweet lemon wine Squeeze the juice from the peel Playing strip poker with time And it's your turn to deal 45th of November 45th of November 45th of November, remember the day 45th of November, remember the day transposed by: TheDreadfulGreat