The middle of December ain't the time to be alone It's just too close to Christmas And too far to go home I ran in to a friend of a friend Standing in
(**) There's a Christmas party At the home of farmer gray It'll be the perfect ending Of a perfect day We'll be singing the songs We love to sing Without
you Though you can't hear me When I get trough And feel you near me I am driving home for christmas Driving home for christmas With a thousand memories I take look at
Eight years of hard labour now seems suddenly to fade Away we stand defeated, at home the police invade Prosecutions hit an all time high, A.L.F. friends
moss going to the dairy queen at dusk down narrow roads in autumn light the salt air and the sawmills and the bars are full of songs and tears to the
come home to roost Will we sing a song of praise and indebtedness For our deliverance from evil Or will we sing a song of sadness For the dreaded debt
face and through the song you hold it (Bring it back) Bring it back come rewind Then play it again at least another hundred times This is for my homeboys and home
- john petrucci [studio demo, available on the cd single for the song "lie". ] [additional verse on this version, starting at 03:37, is kevin ] [moore
world is just so Empty, I play my songs to prank calls, simply gone when I fall, through The streets of eye candy, holding thoughts of Christmas cookies
been thinking to myself a lot You probably think it's my girls But when you got the love It's not like you ain't calling home And the conclusion I came
remembered It's Christmas day (ay, ay, ay) Christmas day Everyone is right here at home Sing all those songs we all know This is the season for love It's Christmas
home The church bells in town They're ringing a song What a happy sound Baby please come home They're singing deck the halls But it's not like Christmas
roll up in backwoods, nigga get to actin' stupid Get thrown in the back woods Los Angeles, home of the scandalous Pimp, hoes and gamblers 98 degree's on Christmas
and into the cage, from RI to Portland to Utah in just four days exploited at a family reunion ? My father put the musician he didn't raise on display Back at
stay home try to better myself by burning science books once i tried to masturbate and finger my own ass when i marry i'll procreate hands off myself till then christmas
please come home The church bells in town All ringing in song Full of happy sounds Baby please come home They're singing "Deck the Halls" But it's not like Christmas at
the same song (same song) We gon' take you all around the world.. same song (same song) Same song (same song) Same song (same song) All around the world
old girls know that I?m the one that got away I think about at Christmas, and play some Donny Hathaway And keep my bulletproof hater coat on Lookin? at