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