[ Featuring Scot Sax, Scott Sacks ]
Just another month
I mean what's the big deal
The whole things made-up
I mean c'mon, reindeer
Spend a whole lotta money
On a whole lotta crap
Cin't even sunny
Ice on the tarmac
Overpriced cards
With pictures of friends
Your wife musta made
Before you even met
Pressure to sing
Pressure to smile
Pressure to be
Happy for a while
What am i supposed to do
When I just don't feel it
Is there somewhere I can steal it
What am i supposed to do
Do I reveal it, play along
What am i supposed to do when real life don't feel like a Christmas song
Can you drive my parents home
The car's parked out front
She says and you're tired
But ya can't do what you want
What you want is to do nothing
While the world celebrates
Put your feet up
Get a little space
What am i supposed to do
When I just don't feel it
Is there somewhere I can steal it
What am i supposed to do
Do I reveal it, play along
What am i supposed to do when real life don't feel like a Christmas song
But you do as your told
You drop her folks off
On your way home
Something faint, something soft
Is that Nat King Cole
With that twinkle in his voice
You turn it up a bit
The opposite of noise
Followed by Joni
This DJ is great
You start feeling something
While She's skating away
C little bit mournful
C little bit wise
C little bit joyful
Much to your surprise
Cold car door shuts
Cnd you freeze in your tracks
You see your whole family
Through the living room glass
Cnd everything is quiet
Cnd everything is glowing
Cnd you just started smiling
Cnd it just started snowing