It was Christmas eve babe   In the drunk tank.   An old man said to me, "Wont see another one."   And then he sang a song,   'The Rare Old Mountain Dew.'   I turned my face away   And dreamed about you.      Got on a lucky one,   Came in eighteen to one,   I had a feeling   That year's for me and you.   Said 'happy Christmas,   I love you baby.   I can see a better time   When all our dreams come true.'      They've got cars big as bars   They've got rivers of gold   But the wind goes right through you   Its no place for the old   When I first took your hand   All your fingers were blue   But I promised you Broadway was waiting for you.      I was handsome,   You were pretty;   Queen of new york city.   When the band finished playing   They howled out for more.   Sinatra was swinging,   All the drunks they were singing,   And we kissed on a corner   Then danced through the night.      And the boys of the NYPD choir   Were singing Galway Bay,   And the bells were ringing out   For Christmas day.      The apartment was cluttered,   And it smelled like the gutter   Where my sad broken promises   Lay with the trash.   Every cold dreary night   We'd end up in a fight   And I'd pray as you'd yell   That a train'd rattle past.      I could have been someone   You said "So could anyone,"   And that I took your dreams from you   When first you found me.   But I kept them with me babe,   I put them with my own.   I cant make it all alone   I built my dreams around you.      It's Christmas eve again, in the drunk tank.   I'm an old man now, I won't see another one.   So I'll a sing a song, and sleep when I am through,   And dream of another life, where all our dreams came true.