Roots Music Report

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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 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 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 went whispering through the pines,
And I can hear them telling tales,
I ain't heard a hundred times.

And I listen,
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,
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.