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Going home on Christmas eve
Flying over grapevines
The older year
Breathing in the memories
The awkward nostalgia
Is straight wrecking me
Later on
They said
Later on
I'll get
Used to it
My father said more than once
God has a sense of humor
Because I'm his son
Coffee down on grapevine main
Kids that were walking, now talking
Now making me feel so strange
Later on
They said
Later on
I'll get
Used to it
Going back again
Feels different
Going back again
Used to come back so tired
Now I'm tempted to go
Tip-top been and
I don't got a sense in my head
I can't stop it
I'll probably end up in jail
(oh, well)
Downtown and snowing
Christmas is coming
Everybody needs to be at home
Cold wind a blowing
A warm home-coming
But oftentimes the place you feel alone
- Album:
- Zoetic
- Christmas Madness (EP)
- Life Will Write the Words
- Of Men And Angels: B-Sides (EP)
- Of Men And Angels
- You Gotta Believe
- Do You Feel
- Miscellaneous
- Calendar Days
- The Early Years EP
- Same Air
- Same Air - Single
- Bryce Avary, His Instruments and Your Voices
- Help Me Out - Single
- Cold War - Single
- The Best of A2P to These Days
- Hello, We Are the Militia Group
- Dead and Dreaming: An Indie Tribute to Counting Crows
- CMJ New Music Monthly, Volume 110: March 2003
- SRE Recordings Cornerstone 2005 Rock Sampler