A Cold November Street

Sorry

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry

Sorry

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry

Same time in the morning

Same time in the evening

Same time in the morning

Some things may never change

There's boy, he's a man, and there's really no chance

He's standing next to me

And the whole world stares like he's really not there

On a cold November street

There's boy, he's a man, and there's really no chance

That the sun will shine on him

And the whole world smiles as they're passing him by

On a cold November street

Same time in the morning

Same time in the evening

Same time in the morning

Some things may never change

There's the neighborhood store and I'm really not sure

If they act so neighborly

Barricaded inside from the struggles and cries

From the sons of kings and queens

There's a boy, she's a girl, and I'm really not sure

What all it really means

When the old man cries he's a woman sometimes

On a cold November street

Same time in the morning

Same time in the evening

Same time in the morning

Some things may never change

Same time in the morning

Same time in the evening

Same time in the morning

Some things may never change