Old Man Luedecke
The Drawing Near
Well here she come, bohemian ambassador
And like a fool, I went and made a pass at her
The golden rule, she came and made a pass at me
And I couldn't let her be
I followed her, through half a dozen dingy bars
To watch her dance, in striped socks and silk scarves
And oh the chance for poor little beery me
Did anything but set me free
'Cause darker still than any night
The first great terror of love's sweet light
The barren wastes of abject fear
Make you ready for the drawing near
Well Montreal, doesn't matter much at all
I studied books, I ate falafel, learned to cook
And even youth can't tip the apple cart of truth
I was a hermit in a kissing booth
She tried to run, to run so far away from me
I rushed too much, and scared her like a such and such
The wild wind howled through our hearts and through our heads
Till love made we's of me's
'Cause darker still than any night
The first great terror of love's sweet light
The barren wastes of abject fear
Make you ready for the drawing near
On the other side of thoughts so dire
I have found the burning fire
On the other side of thoughts so dire, I have found the fire-oh
I have found the fire
Well hearts combine but there's no reason there's no rhyme
I fell for you and every little thing you do
You're poor like me, but educated splendidly
In no small way we're free
'Cause darker still than any night
The first great terror of love's sweet light
The barren wastes of abject fear
Make you ready for the drawing near
Make you ready for the drawing near
Make you ready for the drawing near