Early November took a drive to the sea
Just to hear the waves crash on the night on the beach
It was wonderful, wonderful, wonderful
Hearing them sing
We drank coffee in the morning light
You read the paper
And I put my head in my hands, in my hands, in my hands
And cried
Early November just a leaf on a tree
We walk with a fog through the lonely cemetery, -tery, -tery
Lonely cemetery
Early November seems a lifetime away
The words that we spoke like clouds
No they dont seem to stay, seem to stay, seem to stay
Stay in one place
And they dont, and they dont, and they dont
Even mean the same thing
No they dont, no they dont, no they dont...
Writer(s): Matthew Albert Costa
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