Rocket Summer - Grapevine Christmas Eve Lyrics
Going home on Christmas eveFlying over grapevinesThe older yearBreathing in the memoriesThe awkward nostalgiaIs straight wrecking meLater onThey saidLater onI'll getUsed to itMy father said more than onceGod has a sense of humorBecause I'm his sonCoffee down on grapevine mainKids that were walking, now talkingNow making me feel so strangeLater onThey saidLater onI'll getUsed to itGoing back againFeels differentGoing back againUsed to come back so tiredNow I'm tempted to goTip-top been andI don't got a sense in my headI can't stop itI'll probably end up in jail(oh, well)Downtown and snowingChristmas is comingEverybody needs to be at homeCold wind a blowingA warm home-comingBut oftentimes the place you feel alone[X2]