Dreams of November

Dreams of November
Soon will be dead
Thoughts of things better
Drift from my head
Desires remembered
We only come to dread
Dreams of November
Fall like leaves of lead

Thoughts of November
Only bitter memories
Seem strung together
Never aimed to please
Desires remembered
We only come to dread
Seems every November
My dreams become dead

When I get there I'll be free
From November's blistering cold
I'll be starting my own way
On this journey never told
If you come along the way
Please don't stand in front of me
I am heading out this time
And these dreams are only mine

Songs of November
Orphaned melodies
Sounds full of sorrow
Force me to my knees
Emptiness lingers
Confusion ahead
Dreams of November
No tears left to shed