November
DAVID CARROLL, DAVID PAUL SIMONETT, ERIK BERRY, RYAN DAVID YOUNG, TIMOTHY SAXHAUG
It's alright momma, it's so good to see you
We've been out hiding for such a long time
Lonesome hillsides so brown in November
But you'll stay the same for your whole life
The tragic church bells rang for free
Hollowed out for you and me
I was drunk Sunday so I don't remember
Images come flowing like a river so wide
I was on a rooftop when I first discovered
That you hold all your pain like a cannon inside
Under revolution clouds
You fight to come up and I fight to come down
Every time we find something peaceful
I have to go and tear it all down
But the weather don't lie, babe, and you can't either
Ever since you came to this faithless town
Your darkened debt don't bother me
It blinds me like the morning sun