a cold november street

i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry

i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry

same time in the morning

same time in the evening

same time in the morning

some things may never change

there's boy

he's a man

and there's really no chance

he is standing next to me

and the whole world stares like he's really not there

on a cold november street

there's boy

he's a man

and there's really no chance

that the sun will shine on him

and the whole world smiles as they're passing him by

on a cold november street

same time in the morning

same time in the evening

same time in the morning

some things may never change

there's the neighborhood store and i'm really not sure

if they act so neighborly

barricaded inside from the struggles and cries

from the sons of kings and queens

there's a boy

she's a girl

and i'm really not sure

what all it really means

when the old man cries he's a woman sometimes

on a cold november street

same time in the morning

same time in the evening

same time in the morning

some things may never change

i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry

i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry

i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry

i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry

same time in the morning

same time in the evening

same time in the morning

some things may never change

that thing come without warning

do you know how it feels to be standing on the outside?