November Sky - spies

When you get down to the lake are you so surprised

Recollecting Sunday drives and weary water eyes

In the evening talking of how they’re often discarded

When they reflect the November Sky

The November Sky is clear and bright but quickly turning

Autumn’s gone, she left her bags by the door this morning

We woke greeted by the fire’s smoke

As the embers danced and died celebrating without a sound

As for me, I am distracted and tired

As for me, I am dead leaves

I am paler, than the freshly fallen ground

Is scorched and broken

We are running on planes

We are running, our landscapes are scattered and open

And when you get down to the lake when you meet the water

Are you so surprised that it’s frozen

I know I am

I know I am older

Will we make it over?

Will we make it over?