Are You Coming Over for Christmas?

Are you coming over for Christmas?
Leave your friends, I don’t think they’ll miss you much
It’s not that you aren’t pretty or funny
It’s just that they’ve got plenty more money than you
I’m going to paint the town on my days off
Cold slate roofs that glisten in starlight
Me and you, singing a carol
On the tough side of town
For the poor folk in the old mission house
If it feels like we are floating in time
Give yourself up to the desert and the night
Eastern caravans are following lights
Strangeness reigns
There’s love in heaven tonight
I’ll be over sometime this Christmas
If you behave yourself and don’t drink too much
I’ll come and feed the fire in your kitchen
See your tree and the view of the city all covered in snow
Leave the boy behind you won’t miss him
Take a break from your phony kissing
There’s no mistletoe in my kitchen
Just a tree, and a view, of the city, covered in snow
If it feels like we are floating in air
Then the hour has passed it must be Christmas day
People shake your hand and wish you the best
Troubles leave, you wonder why you were sad
I’m glad you came, it must be Christmas day