November’s here.
Let’s climb the wall and leap across the river.
November’s here,
Let’s turn and face the ones that call us sinners.
This land is where we started,
Does it mean that’s where we’ll end?
Can we turn the other way,
Before we see what’s around the bend?
November’s here.
Inside my head,
I have a dream where everything has changed.
Inside my soul,
I long for history to re-arrange.
It’s so cruel when we’re children,
To hear stories with happy ends.
We grow up and we spend our lives,
Waiting for that story to begin.
