Christmas, California

Who said you can never go home?

Who said you should never look back?

I think a liar said that

Someone who's life was a raft

On an island, a lonely little island

A rock in the middle of a deep dark sea

I love you more than you know

I hate this more than it shows

I don't know where I should go

I missed my boat I suppose

For the camera, smile for the camera

Make a little memory to beam back home

Where would you begin on your own?

How you gonna hack it alone?

In a fallow field the seeds you've sown

Won't grow. Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh!

Do you miss this, do you miss that?

Each Christmas, drunk off your ass

In the backseat try to make tracks

Where will you run to? You will run back

To your family— never gonna catch me

Never gonna grow up, never gonna grow old

Someone's gotta tell you so

& Someone's gonna tell you so

That someday you will grow into the mold

Uh-oh! Uh-0h! Uh-oh! Uh-oh!