November Nights You say that you're restless You say that you know me too well You've seen all my best and you've heard all the stories I tell You think you've been taken for granted, you're probably right. I remember a November Night, when the dawn on your doorway shone white with frost and the soft love that always began with the touch of your hand and recall the mornings that tossed your hair in the wind. Time's made it meaningless I'm not the same, you can tell But whyam I leaving unless time had only meant well? There's nothing left now to excite you... no reason to try. I remember a candlelit sky and the summer surrounding the ground where you and I lay and though we were always alone with our secretsknown, we both were aware and afraid the closeness might end. My love's like a dancer she weaves through the dangers complete with well rehearsed answers and rational reasons for feet. But if it decreases or ceases to always be right I remember a November Night when the dawn on your doorway shone white with frost and the soft love that always began with the touch of your hand and recall the mornings that to