The Christmas Song

I can't wait to see you this year
Listen to you talk over bottles of beer
Watch Mum fall asleep in the Sun
Lying in the warmth when the champagne and oysters are done

And I wonder if tradition will stay
Mum and Dad they always fell in love again
On Christmas day

And I don't know why
This is where we belong
Sitting on the doorstep
Listening to your favourite song

And I don't know how
But we find our way here
Lying on the kitchen floor
Listening to the same old stories every year

Well, it's Christmas morning
And there's joy in the air
Gonna crack open a cold one
Get some salt in my hair
Hit the beach
Have us a time
With loved ones & friends
Celebrate another great year
Another great year

Rob's telling the same stories again
The old man's passed out on the couch
The crickets on with a beer in his hand
Smell the fresh cut lawns, we're all feeling fine
We made it to the end of the year
Maybe not to the end of the night though

And I don't know why
This is where we belong
Sitting on the doorstep
Listening to your favourite song

And I don't know how
But we find our way here
Lying on the kitchen floor
Listening to the same old stories every year

I can't wait to see you again
Rambling on about all our old friends
Watch Mum fall asleep in the Sun
Lying in the warmth
When the champagne and oysters are done