All Alone on Christmas Eve

So you bought yourself a little something and you wrap it for the morn’. But you can’t wait and tear the paper off like you forgot what it was. All alone on Christmas Eve. I had hoped the holidays would be kinder to me. You expect her ghost to rise up through the floor and lay down with you in bed. And it hurts the most when all the lights go green and then they go red.

Repeat the Sounding Joy

You’ve been waiting so long for this day to come around and now you’ve played all your best chords and your guitar’s tuned. It’s a great big world with a lot of people all waiting to sing. They’re waiting to repeat the sounding joy. The kids are rolling up their cords and packing up their cars. They’re picking up their drums and keyboards and all their guitars. They’re getting in the vehicle and heading for the bar. They’re setting up. Now, they’re wailing on electric guitars. With the count you play the song. It probably won’t be worth a damn but it’s all you’ve had to give her all along. You hope she loves it. It’s a great big world but there’s just one girl who you want to see. You want her to repeat the sounding joy.

There's All the People

Blue skies over clouds today. Green light to gray will fade. Sunlight on the window pane. I’m not there. I want to see you again. No, I’m not there. Just want to see you again. Think of all the different ways to say “Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays.” I’ve scripted lines but all I want to say is “I’m not with you but I want to be. No, I’m not with you but I want to be.” Where were you when the lights came up and no one was around? Where were you when I couldn’t give thought to any other sound but your voice? I’ll drive around all night. There’s the church. There’s the steeple. Open the door, there’s all the people. Where were you when the lights came up? Where were you? Traveled through such treacherous terrain. Snow drifts and the frozen rain. All for a knot, and the knot is pain. I’m not there. I want to see you again. No, I’m not there. Just want to see you again.

Get to Your House

Sooner or later I’ll get to your heart. The pleasant surroundings make for great talk. Candy canes and sugar plums fill your mind and as you drift to sleep you’re on mine. There’s a tried and tested model for singing in the dark. If I give it my best shot from the bottom of my heart, then by God, I’ll make you mine. I’m gonna get to your house before it gets too late. To ask for forgiveness on Christmas day. I’m gonna get to your house and it’s none too soon, I’ve got a yearning for forgiveness, just please say you do. Sooner or later I’ll get to your heart. But when love comes to talk to me, I close the door. Stupid me, I’m the son of a son of a gun. I’ll learn eventually, when I have no one.

This Little Life of Mine

Sing a tune so wildly melodic with harmony. Forming circles with our candles for all on the road to see. And I wonder as I wander, “if I were to take flight, would I come down in the valley of sweetness and light?” This little life of mine. I’m gonna kill it in time. This little life of mine like a candle glows and everyone who knows will feel good inside, so good inside. With green and red lights hung up for my neighbors eyes to see perhaps it will make them wish that they were spending time with me. And I pander as I ponder for whom this gift will be or if it would be better suited if I kept it for me.

Jesus is the Reason for the Season

Jesus is the reason for this time. The truth of the season is before our eyes. And I watch and I wait but the time, it got so late. So I pick up my head and I write to her, “You have been the best of all my friends. I would follow you to any end. ‘Cause I know that you’re down. A super dope homeboy from the old town. And I know that this is such. You’ve got a beat I can’t touch. And I could be the fire after the rain.” Jesus is the reason for this time. The truth of the season is before our eyes. Silent night, I rejoice quietly. Raise my voice for a chorus or two in celebration of you.