The past we seek Some certainty The seasons we remember The light of May...and darkest days The month we call...November To leave behind The wasted time And every bad decision ...and harder still Some force of will To feel we are forgiven But something stays So who am I to say There's nothing more between us ...and I don't know the reasons Nothing's clear I've come to no conclusions Said and done Is it all said and done? So here we are Not very far From when we said Forever ...and all we have This restless past This month we call... November