‘Early November’

Ellen M. Lerner
3 min readFeb 26, 2024
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A Song about narcissism? Perhaps…except this song was written before I had yet to experience it. I was only 17 when I wrote this song. I’m curious as to what all of you will think. I would appreciate your feedback. I hope you enjoy the song.

‘Early November’

It was late in the evening, you came to my window…You told me we needed to talk for a while, and I said…

I said to myself…under my breath, well I didn’t think we could talk anymore

You told me some things I can barely remember…All that I know it was early November and cold… Uncommonly cold for this time of year, and cold for the fact you were standing so near…

(Chorus)

Well I never knew, knew you were scared, more frightened than me….Afraid of yourself, and what you could be…All that I knew, you wanted me close, just a little behind, well I might have loved you, a little too much, but I’m not that kind…

Well I used to think, that you were the magic, the only one able to make me believe in myself. That you were the star, and I was the sky, and I’d never light up for anyone else….You said that you’ve been there, and done things before me, and not to give up for my efforts were valiant and true. So I listened close, and surrendered my pen, and picked up your sword that grew dull in the end…

Well I used to think that you’d change the world and take me along…and make me believe, and make me belong…just to be near you…for all that you are, and all that you do…well who would have thought…I’d turn out to be stronger than you?

(Piano Solo…)

You said your goodbyes, and you told me you loved me…that someday my words just might touch someone like they touched you. But you just can’t bear, to pour out your heart, and give it to those who might tear it apart. So now everytime, in early November…I’ll think of your words I could barely remember before. But now that you’re gone, everything’s clear, except for the words I’m still longing to hear…

(Chorus)

Well I never knew, knew you were scared…more frightened than me…afraid of yourself, and what you could be…all that I knew, you wanted me close, just a little behind, well I might have loved you…a little too much but I’m not that kind…

All that I knew…you wanted me close, just a little behind…well I might have loved you…a little too much, but I’m not that kind.

(Words and Music by Ellen Lerner)

Listen to Early November below on YouTube.

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Ellen M. Lerner

My name is Ellen. I am a Composer. A Pianist and Vocalist. A Student. A Writer and most of all...I'm a Survivor.