Christmas Song

Coming back from the country
For good food and lousy beer
And the winter is so dry
And the dirt road so dusty
At the lightest fall of rain
The bacteria bloom
You don’t have to be alone to be lonesome
It’s easy to forget
That sadness comes crashing like a brick through the window
And it’s Christmas, so no one can fix it
Tethered to a table
With that happy holiday crowd
And it’s acres away away
It looks like smooth sailing
But the merest hint of weight could capsize you
You don’t have to be alone to be lonesome
It’s easy to forget
That sadness comes crashing like a brick through the window
And it’s Christmas, so no one can fix it
And it’s Christmas, so no one can fix it