Three Nights in November - Eleanor McEvoy

December came and went without a word, without a note

By New Year’s she was almost getting by

A single text in February hit her where it hurt

Snatched away the spark

That was so close to returning to her eyes

And after she’d resigned herself to this

As we all will do when really we’ve no choice

Maybe she was aching for the warmth of her old flame

Maybe we’re all aching for the same

Three nights in November came to matter more

Came to matter more

It’s not worth crying for

Three nights in November only came to be

A fragile memory

A fragile memory

After Easter coming into very early May

She was feeling brighter in herself

And even when she walked into O’Neill’s one Tuesday night

She found him propping up the bar

And kind of holding hands with someone else

Only those who knew her really well

Would’ve seen the heartache written on her face

Maybe she’s still hoping for some sort of rendez-vous

Maybe we’re all hoping for that too

Three nights in November came to matter more

Came to matter more

It’s not worth crying for

Three nights in November only came to be

A fragile memory

A fragile memory

Give it up for three nights in November

Lived it up in three nights in November

It’s not worth crying for

Three nights in November