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November Sky

It feels so good to be back home from school I put my jacket on its starting to get cool Sitting on my porch watching the wind blow Wondering when it was going to snow I watch as the sun starts to fall It was feeling more and more like fall For some reason I felt so small Like I was only about 3 feet tall After the hustle up north in the city And all those days where I felt so gritty Surrounded in a world of fake smiles and titties There is nothing like, nothing like that November sky I got a call around 3 o'clock She wants to meet up, shes just 'round the block Comin' to swoop me up to chill Possibly at our spot at the top of the hill She pulled up in her black 150 So bad and yet still so pretty Didnt have a destination to go Just driving for miles, I went with the flow Tryin to catch up, its only been a year But there is still so much that we need to hear She laughed, I smiled, she put it in park Back to our spot right as it got dark Good times, good times but it ended like a bummer Late in the night we would stay up In the flatbed of her pickup truck Side by side with the warmth of a blanket Smooth jazz playing, no need to crank it Staring up counting the stars Oh I lost count, I think I see Mars I loved chillin wit her back in the Spring All the love that the season could bring Even during Winter we would have our fun Playing in the snow, no tellin when we were done No doubt I loved the Summer But there is nothing like, nothing like that November sky And then the darkness took the horizon line So lets just close our eyes, close our eyes Do you hear it? Our song is playing I can smell the sunflowers In this whole world its just me and you Just us and the sound of water Ohh take me away, take me away There is nothing like, nothing like that November sky

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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