45th of November

Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Kyle Hollingsworth

A new Robert Hunter lyric for String Cheese Incident.

No matter when it comes
One thing sure, it comes too soon
Fame, death, love, all find us
Never quite prepared, or in tune

You can 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

Forty fifth of November
Twenty six ten on the clock
In the future, we won't remember
What will they make of such talk?

Learn the art of compromise
Pass the days when nothing works out right
We keep the faith of years
Or we blow the whole thing up in one good fight

Forty fifth of November
It's twenty six ten 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
Play strip poker with time
And it's your turn to deal

Feed me sweet lemon wine
Squeeze the juice from the peel
Play strip poker with time
And it's your turn to deal

Forty fifth of November
Forty fifth of November
Forty fifth of November
Remember the day
Forty fifth of November
Remember the day
Recordings
     Date Album Recorded By
     2005 One Step Closer String Cheese Incident

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