Its the end of November
The snows coming down
And I try to remember
When I first came to town

And I look around
Where I saw you stand before
Playing your guitar
Now you wont play no more
And I look around
Where I saw you stand before
Playing your guitar
Now you wont play for me
No more

This harmony we shared
it cannot be replaced
Disharmonic tunes
Have now occupied my brain

We walk the same path
But our dreams are not the same
And were drifting apart
and it turns off the flame