November's on the way
And the leaves have yet to fall
I forgot there are no seasons
In Los Angeles at all
But I'm bundled in my memories
They warm my chilly heart
I am sand and you are snow
Now we are a world apart
We don't talk a lot
But when we talk it's a lot
I miss you when it's cold and I miss you when it's hot
But I'm here and you're not
And when I think I've forgotten you
Then I remember June
December's come and gone
And the lights have all come down
I have two left feet without you
I'm as clumsy as a clown
And I'm stumbling over sidewalks past Hollywood and vine
February's almost here
Sending shivers down my spine
We don't talk a lot
But when we talk it's a lot
I miss you when it's cold and I miss you when it's hot
But I'm here and you're not
And when I think I've forgotten you
Then I remember
Denim jacket with the patches
On the porch burning matches
And the band playing ragtime blues
April showers have cleared and the flowers are near
The lilies grow in twos
But we don't talk at all
And summer is turning into fall