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