I know where you're going
I can tell where you have been
You've been picking up scraps on Hasting Street
trying to make ends meet
and you can always tell when winter comes
it goes right through your insides
your eyes are full of icicles
and the aisles

November brides

Is this what you wanted?
Is this how it's done?
In a little shop downstairs you lose
the last of what made you young
and you can always tell when it's over
you don't call them laugh lines anymore
yes you can always tell when it's over

November brides

You've said your piece now
what more can I say?
You've said your piece now
I just hope there's someone there
to pick up the bouquet

I know that you're trying
and you're doing the best that you can
she keeps her heart in the bottom drawer
and you're the barometer man
and we all got sunk by a floating voter
and a world with its head in its hands
from the gods down to the gallery we see

November brides...