Christmas Song - Wingtip

Coming back from the country

For good food and lousy beer

And the winter is so dry

And the dirt road so dusty

At the lightest fall of rain

The bacteria bloom

You don’t have to be alone to be lonesome

It’s easy to forget

That sadness comes crashing like a brick through the window

And it’s Christmas, so no one can fix it

Tethered to a table

With that happy holiday crowd

And it’s acres away away

It looks like smooth sailing

But the merest hint of weight could capsize you

You don’t have to be alone to be lonesome

It’s easy to forget

That sadness comes crashing like a brick through the window

And it’s Christmas, so no one can fix it

And it’s Christmas, so no one can fix it