The moon was guilty and the sun
Melted in my ashtray
I went door knock to my friend's house
No one's answering
I made myself a cup of tea
And fell asleep on my couch
The floor was crooked and creaky
I don't love this place anymore
And I called my mother from the phone booth
And the operator said to me
"Collect your thoughts, go wandering."
Sometimes I get to dreaming
But the nightmares seem so real
Oh n-n-n-n-n, November bombs
Oh n-n-n-n-n, November bombs
Street walker, shut talk your pa**port
And your prevention
You take the railroad, the same load
That you sold and bought
Your invention
You say goodbye
To suit tie, can't fly, decide
You're Trans-Atlantic
So don't stall in the fall
And above all, you're landing
And I called my mother from the phone booth
And the operator said to me
"Go collect your thoughts, go wandering."
Sometimes I get to dreaming
But the nightmares seem so real
Oh n-n-n-n-n, November bombs
Oh n-n-n-n-n, November bombs
Sometimes I get to dreaming
But the nightmares seem so beautiful
Oh n-n-n-n-n, November bombs
Oh n-n-n-n-n, November bombs
Ooh, November bombs