When it`s late November And the skies are grey Will I be sittin`alone at the end of the day Will I feel the sorrow of a wasted life Will I be too empty inside to cry
Leaving just the sound of the sun goin` down
Will find myself on the thirteenth floor In a one room squat with a bar on the door Looking out the window at a factory wall Waitin` for something from heaven to fall
With just the sound of sun goin` down
Well it ain`t too often that it crosses my mind Just on real bad days when nothing goes right In the still of the night when the lights go out Will I find my peace in that final hour