My Kind of November

There's a chill in the air

Holds a glow with love and care

And father calls and asks if I'm coming home

But I'm a thousand miles away

And I don't know how

To let them know that

I breathe deeper here on my own

And I'll keep on moving like that

A rolling stone

And I'm thankful in a different kind of way

No casseroles or grace to say

No need to fake a smile or play the good kid they remember

So I'll light a candle just for me

Let the silence be my company

It ain't the way that it's supposed to be

But maybe it's better

Well that's my, my kind of November

These dreams don't let me sleep

I've got promises to keep

December wind whispering through the pines

And I can hear them telling tales

I ain't heard a hundred times

And I miss them

I don't miss the noise

Or that old resentment dressed up like joy

And I'm thankful in a different kind of way

No casseroles or grace to say

No need to fake a smile or play the good kid they remember

So I'll raise a glass to quiet nights

To no one needing me to fight

Forgetting tradition but it feels right

And I just might remember

That's my kind of November

I'll make my own traditions

Tell my brother I miss him

And if they would only listen

They would understand why

Why I

I'm thankful in a different kind of way

No traffic jams or kids to chase

No polished lies piled high upon paper plates

Just peace I don't surrender

So I'll take this holy and silent night

In solitude I feel alive

And I know they'll still keep that front porch alight

For those who choose to remember

Well that's my kind of November