When I am home, I do my writing in our music room. It's really just a loft area, but it has a big window that looks out onto our street. Well, this particular day it was really grey and dark and that tends to put me in a reflective mood. I had some lyrics I was playing around with on two other songs, but when I dropped them into this chord progression on the guitar everything just seemed to fit. The meaning is really about my weakness, and how those rough seasons we all have in life seem to last and extra long time.
Most days I feel abandoned in myself
Ask me a question, I'll give you an answer
It sounds as if the ocean's right outside my door
Sweet November last forever
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