November Was Awaiting My Fall; I've Paid Off My Cheap Talk

I finally saw what you meant,
When you said,
November was awaiting my fall
Because the trials of young love
Had kept you winded up in your job;
Summer had always given me,
Somethin' I could depend on
In a reckless time of breeze;
An add in the newspaper, perhaps,
Or the title of a song
That you wrote for me when we
Knew how to dance in the Juke box diner;
You must have seen the normalcy
Come and tear up my whole mind,
When you were drivin' down the street
During those naked days
Of only curly hair;
Florence and I watched the satellites
As they fell form the sky;
The Ferris Wheel
Knew how to treat us well,
Even though the mystery
Had kept it's fair view distance;
I guessed my high expectations
Put me in my place,
And my cheap talk had finally been paid off;
Don't you forget,
I was the one pacin' those streets
With a worried glint in my eyes,
Hopin' you'd come out
For a tornado on the run,
But you'll always be my lover,
Just until you start to cherish me
In the least