Grapevine Christmas Eve

Going home on Christmas Eve

Flying over Grapevine as the older me

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 all along

God has a sense of humor because I'm his son

Coffee down on Grapevine Main

Kids that weren't walking are 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…

We used to climb the city tower, now I'm tempted to go

Tip top, better not, don't got sense in my head

I can't stop it, I'll probably end up in jail

Oh well.

Downtown, it's snowing

Christmas is coming

Everybody needs to be at home

Cold wind blowing

A warm homecoming

But oftentimes the place you feel alone