Before the Evening's Done

60's psychedelic rock. Female vocal, electro-guitar, bass, drums.

[Verse 1] You left your silver comb beside the telephone The kettle clicked twice, then the kitchen felt alone I drew a crooked sun upon the grocery list And folded up the morning like a paper chrysalis [Chorus] Turn the little wheel, let the colors run Every wall is opening, every road’s begun Hold me while the ordinary comes undone We’ll be gone before the evening’s done [Verse 2] The bus rolled past the bakery, its windows full of rain A boy in green was whistling through the crossing chain You wore my yellow scarf and laughed into the breeze As if the whole wide county swung between the trees [Chorus] Turn the little wheel, let the colors run Every wall is opening, every road’s begun Hold me while the ordinary comes undone We’ll be gone before the evening’s done [Bridge] When the hallway bends, don’t ask me where it goes There’s a door behind the curtains only morning knows [Chorus] Turn the little wheel, let the colors run Every wall is opening, every road’s begun Hold me while the ordinary comes undone We’ll be gone before the evening’s done [Outro] Before the evening’s done Before the evening’s done