Christmas Will Work It Out

Well it’s December, it’s not even cold

I wake in a sweat, just counting on when I head home

And I bought a candle, it smells like the pines

But aside from the stands in the city,

There’s none here for miles

My God, it’s been the longest year

Just trying not to disappear

And I don’t know how, but I’m hoping

Christmas will work it out

Nostalgia’s my weakness, my easiest sell

But that movie we watch all season, it just hasn’t held up

I’m sentimental and resentful

Wish I’d just suck it up and turn cynical

But I keep the string lights on and a lookout for miracles

My God, it’s been the longest year

Just trying not to disappear

And I don’t know how, but I’m hoping

Christmas will work it out

And sat at the table, laid pretty

It feels somehow wrong to complain

So I smile and drink my glass empty

I don’t want to have to explain

I just don’t want to have to explain

My God, it’s been the longest year

Sometimes I wish I wasn’t here

And I don’t know how, but I’m hoping

Christmas will work it out

My God, it’s been the longest year

Just trying not to disappear

And I don’t know how, but I’m hoping

Christmas will work it out

Christmas will work it out

Christmas will work it out