Listening to Otis Redding at Home During Chri.. - text

Home is where beds are made and butter is added to toast
On a cold afternoon you can float room to room like a ghost
Take the creche out and argue about who gets to set up the kings
And I know that it is home because that is where the stereo sings
I have got dreams, dreams to remember
But not even home will be with you forever

It is Christmastime and the plane flies me over white hills
To a town in a dream where the sky, it is frozen and still
And a room that is not mine but it is just like I left it before
With the wax from the candles all dusty and locks on the door
Where I held you so tenderly
And where in summer I opened your letter to me

Now I am standing where we knee-led and a miracle mile now borders it
But if I turn my face to the field I do not even notice it for a second

There is a tangle of greenery where winter scenery ends
And I hear that song sometimes and imagine us much more than friends
Like if we stayed in this town, bought the first house that went up on sale
And how each Christmastime would bring in-laws and snow days and holiday mail
Your dad says you are living in Georgia since last September
Yeah well I have got dreams, dreams to remember, I have got dreams, dreams to remember
I have got dreams, dreams to remember, I have got dreams, dreams to remember
Oh Sara, come back to New Hampshire we will stay there forever

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