it's hard in November with the start of the cold and weather making hands look old though it's hardly November it is already here but you don't seem to blink an eye, my dear there's no resisting the winter nights will get longer and longer and every bit of persistence is only among the stronger I'm dreading December to hell with December and all of its cheer the most wonderful time of the year sure, look away from this car crash and call it a fender-bender some things are nothing when one is the pretender of pretenders it's hard in November with the start of the cold and weather making my hands look old I'm dreading December to hell with December and all of its cheer the most wonderful time of the year sure, look away from this car crash and call it a fender-bender some things are nothing when one is the pretender of pretenders it's hard in November, when December has ended and fireworks explode we'll hope for the better knowing what we sowed oh, what we sowed