Year of November

Year of trying to get back
Back on my feet again
Year of trying to forget
Forget this sad refrain
Year of unfinished poem
Searching for the missing line
Year of a million stupid reasons
Year without a perfect rhyme
Year of unsung lyric
Year of broken string
Year of waiting for
Year of minor music
Year of love in vain
Year of a thousand shades of grey
Coming through my window pane
Year of cloudy sunrise
Year of sleepless nights
Year of too many all-saints days
Year of neon lights
Year of unsung lyric
Year of broken string
Year of november
Year of waiting for
Year of wilted flowers
Year of empty streets
Year of playing losing games
Year of taken catbird seats
Year of aging lies
Year of untold truth
Year of broken promises
Year of fading youth
Year of unplayed chorus
Year of out of tune string
Year of november
Year of waiting for
Waiting for spring
Waiting for spring
Waiting for spring
I´m trying to get back
Back on my feet again
And i´m trying trying
To forget forget
This sad refrain
I will sing my song
I will find the missing line
And a million
Million stupid reasons
Will make a perfect rhyme
I will right my wrongs
I will fix this broken string
After a year of november
Will follow
A year of spring