Every Second Year

I'll never get over Christmas without you every second year
And I wonder how long I'll miss all the arguments
'Bout politics and music clips
And Dylan is not the genius
You always make him out to be
But I wish like anything
I was listening to Dylan with you
Under the tree

So I play my kids "Don't Think Twice"
Like you do when you're here
Every second year

I'm missing the real thing
The smell of good weed and wealth so obscene
Champagne in the morning
The heat on my skin
The lake that we jump in
And Sharon's upset cause the house got all wet
When the kids played under the hose
Man, I'd give anything, to trade this year in
And be there, getting under her nose
So I'll smoke a joint and I'll go to bed
Cause that's what you'd do if you were here
Every second year

There's no religion
We don't go to church
But it's holy communion for me

So just like you would
I'll turn up the music
And I'll drink till no one is here
Every second year