Home for the Holidays

There on the road I almost cried
From my view in the passenger's side
Cause I remembered the way it used to be
All the streetlights twinkling
Whispered miracles while angels cried
Hosanna to the most high
It's been years since that whispering
August since I felt anything

I'd like to go back home someday
And when I go, I'll go and I'll stay
A triumphant return, I'm the prodigal son
Truth be told, I don't feel like anyone

I slept all day. I want to sleep some more
I'm overtired cause life's a chore
Hidden under five blankets, I'm dying in bed
Can I get out of the house? Can I get out of my head?
Without the bitten nails and dark undereyes
I think I'd be pretty hard to recognize
Isolation looks so good on me
And no, I'm not doing anything

I'd like to go back home someday
And when I go, I'll go and I'll stay
A triumphant return, I'm the prodigal son
Truth be told, I don't feel like anyone

It's cold outside, the air is thin
I've got empty lungs and crackling skin
And all I wish is for thick, heavy snow
I'd bury the past, I'd let it all go
But I think I'd be stuck in the snowdrift, too
When spring rolls around, send my rotten bones to you
Is it really almost Christmas? Has it really been so long
Since I felt a little hopeful? Like nothing was wrong?
I think it's rather cruel of me
I never thought I'd miss anything

I'd like to go back home someday
And when I go, I'll go and I'll stay
A triumphant return, I'm the prodigal son
I've never been anyone