He pulls on a November coat, turns the collar to the wind
A voice mutters the words she wrote to him
A hand chokes her October note, he won't be put down in pen
She won't break them up without his vote again

Didn't he explain enough?......he had to make her understand
every night's the right of a faithful man (he is a faithful man )

They had happy August days, September hopes and plans
But shadows threw them in his face, then ran
He needs a woman bowed in blame and still beneath his hand
Didn't mama spend her life with that kinda man?

In July, when first they met, she caught him like a safety net
Now he's falling faster than he was in June ....... and it's cold and wet

He pulls on a November coat, turns the collar to the wind
Then turns against the man inside of him