November came at last
We counted the days
Stood right by the telephone
When he came home and asked
Well are you doing fine
Has winter arrived
And do you remember
To lock the door at night
I have seen the world before
And I am too young to even know
What it means to be
On the other side of it all
Then it got quiet
There was a diffrent sound
The tone of his voice
Disorted by distances
Too large to grasp
December's cold of snow
A frozen disease
We hardly remembered
A new year had begun
You've never seen the world before
And I am too young to let it go
When you chose to life the simple life
We all know
Then it got quiet