November fell like a man down a stairwellnA broken up mess of a man who appeared, wellnA little old a little coldnI asked how the air feltnHe told me there's no heir in Birmingham tonightnnCause it's all tonic and No-DozenFace prints on windowsnI asked but I don't knownI can't fit in my own clothesnI'm still locked in ghost throwsnThis love, I can't get closenThe one who makes me fear I'll never get it rightnnI've never thought of it that way beforenMaybe I'm right, maybe I'm finally wrongnYou've really done it now, kid, way to gonI hope you're proud of what you've donennBroken hearts beat broken mennOn any day, but then againnA broken heart might do the tricknTo jumpkick start this broken pennBroken thoughts and broken limbsnThis broken state I'm living innWhat if I was saying, That's what would be in this place?nnI need an old guitar, a good night's sleepnA bible belt and something to eatnCause I-I-I haven't eaten much anything of substance in about a weeknBut this caffeine's been here constantlynI swear I think it's killing menHer death will be the death of me unless I get it straightnnI've never thought of it that way beforenI hope I'm right, I hope I'm finally wrongnYou've really done it now, kid, way to gonI hope you're proud of what you've donennI've never thought of it that way beforenMaybe I'm right, but I bet I'm finally wrongnYou've really done it now, kid, way to gonI hope you're proud of what you've done