Driving me back home Fumble with your door Looking at your collection of CD's on the floor After Halloween, back two weeks ago Walking home from the party First November snow Bedroom on the side gets colder at night Earrings on the dresser, sleep left in your eyes Album circles back, but no one's keeping score I'm still playing dress up, you're criss cross on the floor I'm coming clean, but I remember me And you together, first November You showing me all that we could be And it felt better, first November snow Cut my hair myself, you said you'd never know Christmas lights round the mic at the Strafford basement show Now you're coming when I call It happened just like that And if you go down to Hammond, you won't come back I'm coming clean, but I remember me And you together, first November You showing me all that we could be And it felt better, first November snow