Home for the Holidays

They say there's no place like home for the holidays

But they just don't know this place holds all these memories

Like walking down streets of town snow in our shoes

Take it slow, mistletoe, you make a move

Fireside, mittens dry, your face aglow

Talking 'bout pumpkin pie, I'm falling like snow

And I pass by the apartment

It looks just like when we got it

The wreath on the door, the lights on the porch

And it reminds me of Christmases before

When you'd hold me warm like a sweater

You told me I was forever

It just ain't the same, without you in this place

No longer feeling like home for the holidays

There's just an empty space in all these traditions

Stringing lights on the tree there's a set of hands missin'

I see your face in window pains and shopping mall crowds

I hate that I'm losin' my mind in this town

And I see old friends at a party

You used to be right beside me

Eggnog in your glass making us laugh

Telling these stories from Christmases past

And you don't know how to stay low key

Start singing Nat King Cole karaoke

Just ain't the same without you in this place

No longer feeling like home for the holidays

They say there's no place like home for the holidays

Maybe some day when all these memories fade