I remember how lonely you told me you get in the winter
Said it's probably due to lack of light
And you fear the anticipation of feeling lonesome
When you look up at a November Sky
You know what's to come from a November Sky
You're with birds when you head down south for the winter
Hoping that broken wings will let you fly
But you never know what's to come when you come back home though
Will you look up at November Sky?
No one needs that November Sky