Coming Home for the Real Thing

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. Ooh,

ooh, ooh, ooh. The snow is falling on the

interstate. I'm racing headlights and I can't be late. The radio is

playing songs we know. Songs we know. Static in the air,

but I gotta go. Gotta go. Lights on the dashboard shining bright.

I'm driving through the middle of the winter night just to see your face

at the old fire place. Baby, I. Babe,

I'm coming home for the real thing. Listen to the church bells ring-a-ling-lings.