christmas is coming
presents yet to be bought
cards sitting on my table
not to worry... the postman comes again tomorrow
it's cold today, winter's sun mostly hidden
amazing what clouds can do
amazing what clouds can do
i can't seem to focus
My spirit lies in another room...
let me see, which room is that
come out, come out where ever you are
do i say that to my spirit or is it the sun i'm speaking to...
focus, having trouble with my mind behaving
sun, breakout from those pesty clouds
please can't you come out to play
to lighten our days with your golden rays
christmas is coming
Lord knows I mean well
but God, send me a little snow
and while you're at it
find which room i put spirit
and one more thing Lord if You please
hang this misfit spirit upon my frame
Then spirit and me, well...
we'll just shake off these blahdy blahs
to wish everyone a Merry Christmas
and a God Bless !
~ p. thibodeau-baker ~
