The Lonely Christmas Project
I wish that I was home for Christmas
So I could give you everything that's on your wish list
Some people take a car, take a plane
Shooting stars with my name pick me up so I can travel the distance
This is all a dream
I wake up and go to work for the big machine
Under blood red skies and, money green rain drops
Black car surges and eighteen train stops.
Tell me it will be just fine,
Tell me it will be just fine if you wanna.
Christmas lights with no trees to decorate
I got money to blow with nobody to celebrate...