Christmas, 1980

I’m going home now. So, until December 26th, have a safe and happy holidays.

Christmas, 1980

Christmas day the snow is drifting, light is growing dim
I’m in the backseat, I am listening, I am buckled in
On the backstreets no one whispers, no one makes a sound
Over rivers choked and frozen through the quiet towns

Halfway between the cradle and the star
Angels and Kings left us where we are
It’s cold outside, it’s safe here in the car

On the window ice is forming clouds against the sky
Write my name in cursive letters to make the time pass by
Lookinng through I see a farmhouse in an empty field
It’s warm inside a fire’s breathing on the family meal

Halfway between the cradle and the star
Angels and Kings left us where we are
It’s cold outside, it’s safe here in the car

Everything is perfect in its way
We’ll start over again on New Year’s Day
But it’ll never be the same

Under covers singing softly an old familiar song
The night is silent, I am lonesome, we’re not going home

Halfway between the cradle and the star
Angels and Kings left us where we are
It’s cold outside, it’s safe here in the car