With a cigarette there on your lips Canadian penny in your pocket And the songs of the season in the air tonight Like buzzards The door keeps opening and closing As you try to place a value on your loved ones If you decide to ignore them it might make life So simple Could it be oh could all your dreams just up and disappear? Could it be you won't get what you wanted this year? With a cigarette there on your lips You only ever dream of going home And the songs of the season get under your skin Like a tapeworm Now the wind hits your face with a familiar sting And it seems like the whole world is preparing to sing You just keep saying nothing, it keeps you from saying The wrong thing Could it be oh could all your dreams just up and disappear? Could it be you won't get what you wanted this year? Could it be oh could all your dreams just up and disappear? Could be exactly like you feared With a cigarette there on your lips Canadian penny in your pocket And your dreams and your hopes Your family and friends And the love you had planned to keep till the end I hope you get them all back for christmas...