Late November somethings wrong
You've kept it secret way too long
There's not much anyone can do
From here on in it's up to you
The show goes on, I have to go
When I come back next year
Can you feel it, is it true?
Is something growing inside of you
Wish there was something I could do
From here on in, it's only you
I dearly wish it wasn't so
But life goes on, I have to go...
When I'll come back in June