In November

SHE WAS STANDING IN THE KITCHEN
SOMEHOW, SHE’D PACKED HER BAGS THE NIGHT BEFORE
SHE STAYED LONG ENOUGH TO LISTEN
TO EVERY LAST WORD I HAD AND MORE
AND EVEN WHEN THE GOING GOT HER GOING
SHE STILL KEPT HIS TEMPER

OH I THINK ABOUT HER OFTEN
BUT I MISS HER SOMETHING AWFUL IN NOVEMBER

NOW AS AUTUM SPREADS HER BEAUTY
HER COLORS NEVER FAIL TO MAKE ME BLUE
I PUT A CANDLE IN THE WINDOW
PUT “A SMILE’ ON MY LIST OF THINGS TO DO
LIKE THOSE THINGS SHE LEFT IN BOXES
THAT EVERY YEAR I PROMISE I WOULD SEND HER

OH I THINK ABOUT HER OFTEN
BUT I MISS HER SOMETHING AWFUL IN NOVEMBER

NOW THE WIND IS BLOWING COLDER
THE RAIN WILL BRING DOWN EVERYTHING LEAF LEFT HANGING ON
GEESE ARE HEADED SOUTH
SOMEHOW THEY ALWAYS KNOW IT’S TIME TO GO
I CAN TASTE THE SMELL OF WINTER
BUT THE BREEZ IS NOT AS SWEET AS I REMEMBER

OH I THINK ABOUT HER OFTEN
BUT I MISS HER SOMETHING AWFUL IN NOVEMBER

OH I THINK ABOUT HER OFTEN
BUT I MISS HER SOMETHING AWFUL IN NOVEMBER