Woke up Christmas morning   Angel said to me "pack your bags tonight"   Just a child of five I used to lie awake and think about the silent life   I made a telephone call to Jesus   Is it true you'll never leave us   Is it true you'll throw them all out the door   I made a telephone call to Jesus   Is it true you'll never leave us   Is it true you'll throw them all out the door   Out the door   You see I'm just a little man   I can do a little dance   I can sing a little song   Have I done so wrong   Lord I know you've got a gun I can't outrun   I'm still that little boy haunted by thoughts in the middle of the night   Is it true?   Out the door   Out the door   Lord help me now   Lord help me now   Am I going, going down...