November Tale The Waterboys

Her communique arrived with its expression of her feeling
I swear I had 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 Davey Crockett
Threw a scarf around my neck
And twenty dollars in my pocket
I found her in the same old place
Pamphlet in her fist
When she saw my windblown face
She said well, look at who it is

[Chorus]
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 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 neighborhood
We walked along a while
Like we were old 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