November Song

In the blood and in the glory,
In the ice and in the rain,
In the dust that falls from heaven,
Will we walk this way again?

In November's wistful sunsets,
In the footprints in the sand,
Under bare and rattling branches,
Will we walk this way again?

It's the longest walk I've ever taken,
The sand is stinging, cold and raw.
But when I look over my shoulder
Our footsteps stop outside the door.

One day soon we'll touch the doorknob,
Where our fingers intertwine.
Cold brass melting under our hands,
Will we walk this way again?