God I Hope This Year Is Better Than the Last

Footsteps without a sound I'm coming home to you Snowfall blankets the ground It covers the ugly truth Things that we hide from view I get tired around this time I blame it on the cold daylight Bring your arms around me fast Warm my bones and fill my glass God, I hope this year's better than The last A candle burns in a choir Held with a righteous hand And I'm reminded... of a silent night All for a broken man One I don't understand I get tired around this time But I will try to make things right Bring your arms around me fast Warm my bones and fill my glass God, I hope we'll be better than The past I wake up around this time Your sweet face will fill my eyes Wrap me up and hold me fast Carry on and don't look back God, I hope this year's better than The last