[Intro] November rain on the hood of my car Radio hissing, one dead bar I sat there parked by the grocery sign Watching the ditch fill up with black water lines [Main Theme] It comes down hard in November Cold enough to sting your face Leaves pasted flat on the sidewalk Brown and gold in the gutter paste I keep my hand on the wheel Like it’s the only thing still here Wipers slapping out a bad little rhythm While the whole town disappears November rain, keep coming Wash the salt off my hands November rain, keep coming You don’t ask, you just land On the busted porch, on the chain-link fence On the dog barking at nothing again November rain, November rain You make a wreck look plain I got a cracked ashtray full of old songs A coffee cup gone cold in the seat Headlights ghosting through the intersection Like somebody trying to leave And every window in this damn town Shows a face I don’t know anymore So let it pour through the pipes, through the gutters Through the cracks in the kitchen floor November rain, keep coming Wash the salt off my hands November rain, keep coming You don’t ask, you just land On the busted porch, on the chain-link fence On the dog barking at nothing again November rain, November rain You make a wreck look plain No mercy in the weather No soft place in the sky Just that long gray hammer Coming down for miles and miles And I don’t need saving I need the truth to set If the whole world’s drowning in November Then let it get wet November rain, keep coming Wash the salt off my hands November rain, keep coming You don’t ask, you just land On the busted porch, on the chain-link fence On the dog barking at nothing again November rain, November rain You make a wreck look plain
