Coming back from the country For good food and lousy beer And the winter is so dry And the dirt road so dusty At the lightest fall of rain The bacteria bloom
You don’t have to be alone to be lonesome It’s easy to forget That sadness comes crashing like a brick through the window And it’s Christmas, so no one can fix it
Tethered to a table With that happy holiday crowd And it’s acres away away It looks like smooth sailing But the merest hint of weight could capsize you
You don’t have to be alone to be lonesome It’s easy to forget That sadness comes crashing like a brick through the window And it’s Christmas, so no one can fix it