Happy Christmas (The Whole World Has Changed)

(альбом: The Soft Ache And The Moon - 2020)

Happy Christmas
Your mother looks older
She looks sadder than I've ever seen her
Those lines when she looks down are new
Or at least I haven't seen 'em before
Took lye to my eyes
Stuffed rocks in my boots
And was descended upon by a lonely woman
And her unruly children who tried to hide me away

Happy Christmas
The whole world has changed
There's an orange ape in the White House
And your mother looks strange
So tell me what the hell to do
When love don't recede like you want it to
They've plied me with booze
Sucked on my toes
I've been transported to Rome by enlightened females
And I never wanted you more
So happy Christmas
You fuck

Holy hell
Goddammit, I
I get lost without you
I get lost without you, jelly
Oh here it comes again
Another weekend without you
Where I'll pace around with a gun in my mouth
Oh here it comes again
I'll go to sleep with my shoes on
That's when it starts to get weird, oh
And I have a vision
Some just call 'em dreams
You're a little bit older and you understand these things
Oh, and one day, quite by chance
In a city that resembles Los Angeles
You reach out your hand
You reach out your hand and say, "hey padre
How ya doin'? I've never seen you quite this spry before"
Yeah, you appear like smoke
We might share a joke
About the time I had the bad dream
That lasted so long

Happy Christmas
And thank the Lord
That we are only brushed by this storm