The Shining Hour (Alternate Acoustic Version) Lyrics

Are we still on the phone
With the Lady Anna Clarke?
And her trumpet solo
Whose ghost sings for payIn the blue billiard room of the Monterey
For room and for board
And the back door key is a
19th Century civil war swordOnce owned by John Booth
Who misplaced his script
When he caught his leather boot
And this could be the shining hour
Based on all this mad belief
In the money oil and angel powderIn the new age magazine
There's a hole in the wall
Behind the photograph of Al Capone
He's a sittin' down at city hallThe police they peek through here
And they watch you get dressed
In the two-way mirror
But it's all in good spiritsAnd if you close your eyes

You can't help, help
But to hear 'em move
And this could be the shining hour
Based on all this mad belief
In the money oil and angel powderIn the new age magazine
I propose a toast
To the memory of the horse
Who carried King TutAnd his gold into the sun
He collapsed last summer
From the heat stroke
Somewhere in the East VillageOh it kills me to think
That I'm no longer living
Just looking for excuses to drink
So lift up your glass and you Ouija board'Cause I'm fading, fading
Fading fast
And this could be the shining hour
Based on all those mad beliefs
In the money oil and angel powder
In the new age magazine
Songwriters
Grant Lee PhillipsPublished by
STORM HYMNAL MUSIC