Listening To Otis Redding At Home During Christmas

Home is where beds are made and butter is added to toast On a cold afternoon you can float room to room like a ghost Take the creche out and argue 'bout who gets to set up the kings And I know that it's home because that's where the stereo sings "I've got dreams, dreams to remember" But not even home, I will be with you forever It's Christmastime and the plane flies me over white hills To a town in a dream where the sky, it is frozen and still And a room that's not mine but it's just like I left it before With the wax from the candles, all dusty and locks on the door Where I held you so tenderly And where in summer I opened your letter to me Now I'm standing where we kneeled And a miracle mile now borders it But if I turn my face to the field I don't even notice it for a second There's a tangle of greenery where winter scenery ends And I hear that song sometimes and imagine us much more than friends Like if we stayed in this town, bought the first house that went up on sale And how each Christmastime would bring inlaws and snow days and holiday mail Your dad says you're living in Georgia since last September Yeah, well "I've got dreams, dreams to remember" "I've got dreams, dreams to remember" "I've got dreams, dreams to remember" "I've got dreams, dreams to remember" Oh Sara, come back to New Hampshire, we'll stay there forever