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