Christmas, Evening

Harvest Moon

Who would have thought that the rain would hold off,
But the storm clouds are holding their breath,
Together we walk past the puddles in the street
And we're ready to fall off the edge

The harvest moon is rising on a chilly afternoon,
And your being here is scaring me to death

I can't believe the good luck that we've had,
We've had nothing to fear but the cold
And holding you tight makes me tremble in the night
I'm not ready to watch as you go

The harvest moon is rising on a chilly afternoon
And your being here is scaring me to death

Maybe it's only the wine or the beer,
But the sound of your laughter is pulling me near,
It's the only voice left that I can still hear,
It's delightful, and it's getting very weird

I have your picture, I have your name,
And now you have the key to my heart,
I know when I see you, you will give me a smile,
And I know that it's only a start

The harvest moon is rising on a chilly afternoon,
And your loving me is scaring me to death

Many-Troubled Heart

In the green light of the river,
In the misty mountain wind
That blows down in late November,
I think that's where I'd begin

If I tried to tell the story
Of my many-troubled heart
And my hopes that you might heal me,
I know just where I might start

Would you hold me in the darkness
When you think that you should go,
Would you keep me warm in spite of
What you couldn't ever know?

And I know I don't deserve it
But I'm trying to be cool,
If I try to make you happy
Would you make me happy too?

Would you stay with me this evening
If the sky should start to snow,
Would you keep me warm in spite of
What you couldn't ever know?

The Den

Come into the den and sleep
Beneath the TV set with me,
Though I haven't slept in there in years,
I want to go back there with you
And show you what I've missed,
And what you've been missing too

Friday night we'll stay awake,
We'll talk, and as we stay up late
We will feel as though we're kids again,
And we won't notice when we sleep
What shows that we have missed,
And who cares in all this heat?

Little Window

The lights are on a million feet beneath our wings,
All shining like a Christmas box of colors;
The headlights on the interstate, the stoplight greens,
Your hand in mine, my blood is beating faster

And everything is slower on the city streets,
Before we touch the ground with one another;
The Christmas bulbs are dancing on the midnight sea,
The lights are bobbing red and blue together

Oh, you, say you see the pretty things
Outside your little window,
Oh do say you see the pretty sights
That I have seen a thousand times before

The cars are circling miles around in endless streams,
Reflecting a continuum of color;
Your glove is warm like something from a winter's dream,
We're breathing in a breathless sea of wonder

Oh, you, say you see the pretty things
Outside your little window,
Oh do say you see the pretty sights
That I have dreamed a thousand times before

Oh, please, tell me you can see the lights
Outside our little window,
Oh do tell me what you're seeing now
So I can see it too.

Not a Word

I don't know what you're thinking
And you haven't said a word;
I think we're having fun but
If you haven't said a word
I can't be sure if you are happy
Or you'd rather be alone,
Now my pulse is pounding out and
I don't want to take you home,
But you're going to have to leave me here tonight
And I only hope tomorrow everything will be alright

I think it's much too quiet
But I haven't said a word;
I haven't even whispered
Since you haven't said a word,
And I don't want to push you
If you'd rather be alone,
But my brain is breaking down and
Now I feel so alone,
And you said you'll have to leave me here tonight,
And tomorrow and the next night, and the next one after that,
And I only hope the next time everything will be alright

Nog

There's something in my cup
And I can't say I like it much,
But for some strange reason
That I can't explain,
I drink it every year and I regret it every time;
They call it a tradition, but I see a wasted night

There's nothing on my mind
Because there's nothing in my eyes,
And for some strange reason
That I've come to accept,
I cannot feel the emptiness that's growing in my head;
I can't remember why I didn't want to go to bed

I can't imagine anything
Except what's in my cup
I drink it slowly
Until I've had enough

What a Lovely Dream

I had a dream
That I was lost in San Francisco city lights,
Up all night
Watching Charlie Chaplin films on silent nights,
City Lights,
With a smile across my face I dreamed a happy dream,
What a lovely dream it would have been with you

I closed my eyes
And still they followed me like summer fire flies,
And they took flight
Across the harbor as the stars fell from the sky,
Such great heights,
Reflections danced upon the bridge and then I had a thought,
What a lovely dream it would have been with you

Christmas, Evening

At the end of the evening when the party is done,
Will you cry for the joy
Or just look forward to the next one?

When the sun's going down, and the windows are red,
Once the music is stilled
Will you hear what I have said?

Because the Lord is not returning for another billion years,
And the world will keep on spinning while you're fearing all your fears
Until there's nothing left to fear for and the sun will just explode
And there'll be nothing left of anything but ash and melted snow

If you're lying with me and you would like to be saved,
Well, then we should sleep in
And dream our troubles all away,

At the end of the day, there will still be the lights
On the rooftops and the lampposts
To illuminate the nights,

When you're flying in an airplane over city streets and see
All the wonders of the world are lit up like Christmas Eve,
You can rest upon your pillow and be sure that you won't fall,
When the distance takes the buildings, we'll be seven miles tall

'Till the end of our days, until the end of the night,
In the light of this love,
I really think that we'll be alright.

Happy New Year

Happy new year, it's the last one you'll remember,
Just like last year, and the ones that came before;
Time is almost up
So hold on tight and say good night,
When you wake up you'll be older,
You'll be new

Happy new year, it's the last one you'll remember,
You can be whatever you would like to be;
The clock is winding down
And you're as free as free is free,
When you wake up you'll be no one,
You'll be you