Sometimes I think
that I'm on the right track
But I keep coming back
to the same place
The same place
where I started
Sometimes you'll think
there's a smile on my face
But it can't take the place
of a free-heart
A me-heart
that I've read of
I can hear mem'ries
singing through night
and through day
What good are mem'ries
They just seem to
get in the way
They get in the way
When it's November
I'll think of July
Where the sunshine will fly
through a warm sky
A warm sky
where I'll wander
When it's November
I'll think of July
Where the sunshine will fly
through a warm sky
A warm sky
where I'll wander