I don't think I can remember
The last time I felt I was free
And I'm not ready for December
The sun will hide away
As snow falls on me
But it's already late November
And all the people are running wild
Tempers flare like wind on ember
Must be the spirit
The spirit of Christmas time
Sometimes I just want to hide out
Find a cave nearby and burrow down
Hibernation and some time out
I think I'd like that
Just get out of town
I wonder if I'd even be missed
Would you miss me when I was gone
Would I really find my freedom
Or is there nowhere that I belong
Maybe I could join Elijah
Ride that chariot across the sky
While I'm lying here beside you
Just slip on over
Over to the other side
I wonder if I'd even be missed
Would you miss me when I was gone
Would I really find my freedom
Or is there nowhere that I belong