Home for the Holidays

Frightful night, thirty-five or below, but I love the snow
Three-hundred days, not too long ago, there was a place I would go
One-hundred little lights stay on in my room, 'cause now the season's here
But you're over there, about four-hundred miles away, and I can't find no cheer, girl
Oh, I'd go fisticuffs with old Saint Nick, out on the lake where the ice is so slick
If the winner could take the reigns of his sleigh and I could come home for the holidays
Tell me, baby, what do ya say?
Ah, but there's no point in dreaming, 'cause we ain't speaking

I like pretty colors, and I see them, no doubt, around this time of year
Walking like a spectre in my long black coat, through the night with no fear
And I wonder who's cradling your pretty face in their hands
I know you must've gotten lonely; you must've made plans
And now the only thing that scares me is when my imagination starts to think it through
I'd play poker for keeps with old Father Time, and put every last dime of my savings on the line
And with my winning hand I'd go and press rewind, so I could come home for the holidays
I wonder, girl, what would ya say?
Ah, but I know you're never gonna see me, 'cause you don't need me

I've got my drink, and I've got the heat
There's no reason to cry
The thing that I've learned, no matter who's there, is that it's good to be alive
And I've got two feet that took me so far
And I've got two hands that play the guitar
And I've got friends, such good friends, I'm never truly alone
And I've gone toe-to-toe with those memories of you
They've beaten me bloody, and they've stolen my shoes
But I guess I'm a winner, 'cause now I'm free to choose to run around for the holidays
Wait a minute now, I might've spoke too late
'Cause now my phone is ringing, and it's your number