Coming Home for Christmas

<instrumental music Ooh, ooh, ooh. Ooh,

ooh, ooh. Ooh, ooh, ooh.

I drive into the night where streetlights feel like home. The wheels whisper

the old familiar road. Windows glow with warmth and in my chest a

tone. Someone waits beneath the tree of gold. I carry traces

of last year's laugh and scars. Small mistakes, soft smiles, a quiet bitter

hum. But in this midnight, we will mend those broken parts,

and dare to hope that miracles will come. You're by my side and suddenly