We used to go crazy   Couldn't pass the time   Torturous Christmas eve   Inching cruelly by   Reading a book at night   As if I'd ever get tired   But then my brother   Always woke me up      I remember marching through the snow   On a holiday, for once in my life   In the magic southern snow   There was one store open   But I found you something nice   And I walked home   In the street, alone, covered in white      You poured claymation creatures   Is it calm around here?   No wonder you're staring   With such empty eyes      Don't know about Jesus   Could I give Santa another try?   Back in the 20's   He smoked lucky strikes      And I'm trying to get home   For the holidays   But it's all in my mind   And the magic southern snow   The heart not open   But that's once in your life   And I drive on in a parking lot   Just feeling tired      Wrapping lights around a chair   Hanukkah collar for the cat   Mothers yelling at their children   Spending money they don't really have   Getting lectured by a stranger   Accidentally bumped her car   Wasn't really in a hurry   I was only lost in thought      I'm trying to get home   For the holidays   I'm trying to get home   For the holidays