November

All the loneliness we felt
Oh, the feeling
Cast a burden overhead
Across the ceiling

And the phantom always waits
For the midnight
Holds the dreamer in his hands
Shadows his eyes

Through the auburn streets of leaves
I'm surrounded
Devils dance up in the trees
To keep me grounded

Desert Sun and sweet fires burn
Through the evening
As this train tears down the tracks
I am leaving

She is waiting by a bay
Through the clearing
I awake to find her face
Disappearing

Far across the burning land
I remember
Frozen in October's Sun
Comes November