Home is where beds are made
And b***er is added to toast.
On a cold afternoon
You can float room to room
Like a ghost.
Take the crèche out
And argue about
Who gets to set up
The kings.
And I know that it's home because
that's where the stereo sings
"I've got dreams to remember."
But not even home
Can be with you
Forever.
It's Christmastime and the plane flies me
Over white hills
To a town in a dream,
where the sky is frozen and still,
And a room that's not mine
But it's just like I left it before,
With the wax from the candles all dusty
And locks on the door
Where I held you so tenderly,
And where in summer I opened your letter to me.
I'm standing where we knelt
And a miracle mile now borders it,
But if
I turn my back
And look at the field
I don't even notice it for a second.
There's a tangle of greenery where winter scenery ends.
And I hear that song sometimes and imagine us
Much more than friends
Like if we stayed in this town,
Bought the first house
That went up on sale
And how each Christmastime
Would bring inlaws and snowdays and holiday mail.
Your dad says you're living in Georgia
Since last September.
Well, "I've got dreams to remember."
I've got dreams to remember.
Oh Sara, come back to New Hampshire.
We'll stay here forever.
And b***er is added to toast.
On a cold afternoon
You can float room to room
Like a ghost.
Take the crèche out
And argue about
Who gets to set up
The kings.
And I know that it's home because
that's where the stereo sings
"I've got dreams to remember."
But not even home
Can be with you
Forever.
It's Christmastime and the plane flies me
Over white hills
To a town in a dream,
where the sky is frozen and still,
And a room that's not mine
But it's just like I left it before,
With the wax from the candles all dusty
And locks on the door
Where I held you so tenderly,
And where in summer I opened your letter to me.
I'm standing where we knelt
And a miracle mile now borders it,
But if
I turn my back
And look at the field
I don't even notice it for a second.
There's a tangle of greenery where winter scenery ends.
And I hear that song sometimes and imagine us
Much more than friends
Like if we stayed in this town,
Bought the first house
That went up on sale
And how each Christmastime
Would bring inlaws and snowdays and holiday mail.
Your dad says you're living in Georgia
Since last September.
Well, "I've got dreams to remember."
I've got dreams to remember.
Oh Sara, come back to New Hampshire.
We'll stay here forever.