Winter's Eve, December 24


Holiday Quiet on these streets
Except for some stubborn leaves
That didn't fall with the fall
And now they clatter in vain

Holiday road, midnight clear
Wind is high, hard to steer
Old muffler rumbles
Like an old fighter plane

In search of some rest
In search of a break
From a life of tests
Where something's always at stake

Where something's always so far
What about my broken car?
What about my life so far?
What about my dream?
What about.....