Another season finished I tightly pull my coat Around my heavy shoulders Cough to clear my throat I can't shake the feeling Surrender or fatigue Heading home to Jersey Night before Christmas Eve Blew through all my savings Let go the week before Never said I'd make my fortune Going out on tour Bells are ringing somewhere They move nothing in me Searching for a spirit past Night before Christmas Eve Scowling across town Mary slinking to the inn About to have a breakdown With my tail between my legs Look for snow reflecting The reds, the golds, the greens Pissin rain instead Nothing casts light back to me MERRY-FUCKIN-SOMETHING! Nothin stirs in me Heading home to Jersey Night before Christmas Eve