N ovember day
A nother year begins to show its age
B egins to grate
N ovember low
T he sky is dark
T he river still and grey
N ovember day
Thought w e were o n our w ay somew here
A l ittle s park of beauty in the a ir
To s how that s omething g ood can c ome
From a ll the t ears
The fruit that hard times b ear
November d ay
W ere you just w asting my t ime?
W as nothing w e felt r eal?
W ere you just w asting my t ime?
I wish I'd kept a list of all
T he stupid things you said
B eside my bed
I'd l ook at i t each t ime I b uilt
You u p as s omething perfect
In my h ead
November d ay
W ere you just w asting my t ime?
W as nothing w e felt r eal?
I s there some m eaning that h ides?
W aiting to b e revea led?
D o you now s it there and s mile
A t how naï ve we we re
N ovember day
N ovember day
N ovember day
And o h I dreamed that we came back to l ife
And kissed on the ground where we l ay
Framed by the magical l ight
Of t his November d ay