God I Hope This Year Is Better Than The Last

Footsteps, without a sound
I'm coming home to you
Snowfall, blankets the ground
It covers the ugly truth
Things that we hide from view
I get tired around this time
I blame it on the cold daylight
Bring your arms around me fast
Warm my bones and fill my glass
God, I hope this year is better than the last
A candle burns in the choir
Held with a righteous hand
And I'm reminded of the silent night
All for a broken man, one I don't understand
I get tired around this time
But I will try to make things right
Bring your arms around me fast
Warm my bones and fill my glass
God, I hope we'll be better than the past
I wake up around this time
Your sweet face will fill my eyes
Wrap me up and hold me fast
Carry on and don't look back
God, I hope this year is better than the last