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 can hunger through the years For the proper combinations to appear Long, long last it's crystal clear You really cannot get there from here Others seem to know when to make their moves 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 Pa** the days when nothing works out right Can 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