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We spent the whole afternoon driving
Heading West on 84.
The car is packed with shiny boxes
We could barely shut the door.
In the dim gray light we're moving
With Mr. Chuck Berry in our ears.
He's singing out to Rudolf now
"Out of all the reindeer
You know you're the master mind,
Run, run Rudolf!
Santa's got to make it in time."
We pull up just in time for dinner
The smell of chowder in the air.
Soon the kids will all be sleeping (or not)
Soon they'll tip toe down the stairs.
To spy the row of stockings full of treasures
To see if there's a reason to believe.
To turn over the labels and
Keep a close tally of every present under the tree.
"Wait a minute Gracie, this giant one's really for me!"
Are you ready? (Yeah were ready)
Are you ready? (Yeah were ready)
Are you ready? (Yeah were ready)
December 25th is here.
The greatest day of the year.
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Coming Home
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I can't say I remember his face.
The greeting was brief as we pushed through the gate.
So I'm leaving it all up to fate
And faith in this pilot and faith in his plane,
Faith that they'll bring me safely again.
With rows of us drifting to sleep
The hum of the engines, our minds well at ease.
In the cabin's dim light as we glide o'er the sea.
Coming home, I'm coming home.
You won't believe the stories that I've got for you
And the presents that I'll leave under the tree.
For two long years, there's always been the thought of you
And the hope that I'd be back this Christmas Eve.
Coming home, I'm coming home.
This morning I was running through Sao Paulo streets,
The wheels broke off my overloaded case.
There were times I wondered how I'd ever cope
But now I know I'll dearly miss that place
I left with ten white shirts all new and crisp and folded tight,
All that's left is on my back to make it through the night.
One stop in Chicago in the freezing Midwest rain
Then will come the best hugs that I've had or will again.
We can't stop the falling of the silent winter snow
And we can't be quite sure of where we've been or where we go
But we can do our part and we can hope and we can pray
That every thing we've been working on is going to go our way.
Coming home, we're coming home.
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