Early November - Matt Costa

Early November took a drive to the sea

Just to hear the waves crash on the night on the beach

It was wonderful, wonderful, wonderful

Hearing them sing

We drank coffee in the morning light

You read the paper and I put my head in my hands, in my hands, in my hands

And cried

Early November just a leaf on a tree

We walk with a fog through the lonely cemetery, -tery, -tery

Lonely cemetery

Early November seems a lifetime away

The words that we spoke like clouds

No they don’t seem to stay, seem to stay, seem to stay

Stay in one place

And they don’t, and they don’t, and they don’t

Even mean the same thing

No they don’t, no they don’t, no they don’t…