Northern Star

You asked if I was coming home for Christmas
So casually I answered holding tears back
But it cut me like a knife
This year there's been no glory in big city life

I sit alone in this old apartment
Lights on the tree twinkle in the dark and
I can barely open the presents that you sent
My heart can't bear to open

It's a charcoal December
My branches hang heavy with pictures
More wine to not remember
When they play Home for Christmas

I shatter into fragments of silver and gold
And scatter all over these hardwood floors
With every single note of these songs of old
I just want to come home

This city is a ghost town now and I am haunted
By the glamour and the gore of what I once wanted
Now my tears turn to crystals on the chandelier
It doesn't even snow here

In the dead of night
When everyone was fast asleep
I'd turn on the lights on our family room Christmas tree
My head under on the floor
For a moment the whole world sparkled
And all was well

Now my branches hang heavy with pictures
And my roots are frozen in ground so far away
When I hear them sing Home for Christmas

I shatter into fragments of silver and gold
And scatter all over these hardwood floors
With every single note of these songs of old
I wish I was home
Even though there are 4000 miles in between
I can almost see the lights shine on your window sill
They shimmer in the darkness across land and sea
On Christmas Eve

You asked if I was coming home for Christmas
Now my branches hang heavy with your pictures
And my roots are frozen in ground so far away
Under the Northern Star