Down the path of the psycho up I go Nuts now with only one alternative Peanuts and tree nuts and then me I know Nuts all around in the trees in the ground And though both and neither nuts even so When I am trying though dying to live To be happy but if I cannot be I must take what I can just be a man About it though I doubt I can get out Alive to find out what this life was about Except for the love I think of when I Think about living knowing I must die Thinking I knew but did not I forgot Never to finish this man I began To remember till now my November Whatever the name of the month may be Whatever a man is the best I can When knowing now is always then for me Never to finish but start in your heart Now when this man is then when I am not Never to finish but always begin Not saying goodbye a good enough start Keeping on keeping on waking sleeping Giving and taking using up making The most of my moment of destiny To leave you with only the best of me The rest of me left behind with the mind You lose only once who find it again Another day in another way too Peanuts and tree nuts and how about you? Remember me now my November when You see me again remember to go On with the show (this is it) even though I forgot remember when I am not Remember me now my November then +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXII