It's Christmas Eve and you're on the other side of the world.
And I drank too much and I love you so goddamn much,
But I can't call to tell you that.
New Jersey has you for now, and I'm still here, small country town.
And in the morning,
I'll still love you and you'll still be gone.
And I'll cross my fingers and pray that next Christmas,
It'll be you and me, skin-on-skin, under the mistletoe, dancing around at your mother's house.
And I drank too much and I love you so goddamn much,
But I can't call to tell you that.
New Jersey has you for now, and I'm still here, small country town.
And in the morning,
I'll still love you and you'll still be gone.
And I'll cross my fingers and pray that next Christmas,
It'll be you and me, skin-on-skin, under the mistletoe, dancing around at your mother's house.