Now My November

Down the path of the psycho up I go
Nuts now with only one alternative
Peanuts and tree nuts and then me I know
Nuts all around in the trees in the ground
And though both and neither nuts even so

When I am trying though dying to live
To be happy but if I cannot be
I must take what I can just be a man
About it though I doubt I can get out
Alive to find out what this life was about

Except for the love I think of when I
Think about living knowing I must die
Thinking I knew but did not I forgot
Never to finish this man I began
To remember till now my November

Whatever the name of the month may be
Whatever a man is the best I can
When knowing now is always then for me
Never to finish but start in your heart
Now when this man is then when I am not

Never to finish but always begin
Not saying goodbye a good enough start
Keeping on keeping on waking sleeping
Giving and taking using up making
The most of my moment of destiny

To leave you with only the best of me
The rest of me left behind with the mind
You lose only once who find it again
Another day in another way too
Peanuts and tree nuts and how about you?

Remember me now my November when
You see me again remember to go
On with the show (this is it) even though
I forgot remember when I am not
Remember me now my November then

+Steven Curtis Lance



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