Everybody's Coming Back to Christmas for Texas (Ice on the Road)

Red and green, gold and silver
On December nights, the stars hang low
They're lighting candles in the window
Glass cracks through fog cast aglow

Now I've got a list that's longer than Santa's
Piles of paper, boxes, and bows
Snow is falling in Manhattan
But in Texas, it's just ice on the road

Darling, remember the snow falling downtown
Tinsel, parcels, ribbons, and bells
Can't you see it? Are you picturing it now?
Under the trumpets, the angel's sound swells

Took a bus to the city
With a backpack and one tube of chapstick
To find the warm kindness of strangers in the cold
Snow may be falling in Manhattan
But in Texas, there's just ice on the road

Sorry lines like the crack in the window
A present well-hid from the kids to know
We're protecting the mystery
We're enchanting our history
There's just pretty paper between us and tomorrow

Old Christmas memories are stirring within me
I turned my face away and dreamed about home (and sugar plums)
Snow may be falling in Manhattan
But in Texas, there's just ice on the road

Snow is falling in Manhattan
But it's Christmas, baby, please come home