November's almost over, gentle winter's on the way. Still I sit here on this balcony, smoke my brain away. . Waiting on that phone to ring. Wondering which day that it will be.
I'll follow you like a bridge to the end of the world. I'll take you with me everywhere I go, girl. But you ran from love like a bullet from a gun. That [Incomprehensible] burn my heart deep as its desert sun.