This Christmas

This Christmas – Seth Power

Taxi cab conversations

Tryin’ to hide my impatience

I won’t be happy till I’m home for Christmas with you

Walking fast, tired of waiting

Check my bags, board the plane and

I won’t be happy till I’m home for Christmas with you

Snow and ice are coming down

Holding for forever now

The captain calls to say the flight’s been grounded

I don’t need a present underneath my tree

And no decorations from Tiffany’s

I only want one thing this Christmas Eve

You & me

Grab my phone, try to reach you

How can I break the bad news?

I won’t be happy till I’m home for Christmas with you

Broken spirits all around

Rows of strangers looking down

The glow of phones lit up like Christmas trees

This Christmas your distance tears me apart

(And) I’m desperate, so missing you in my arms

I don’t need a present underneath my tree

And no decorations from Tiffany’s

I only want one thing this Christmas Eve

You & me