Home for the Holidays

26 degrees, a kid hits me up for a ride at a gas station.
A common scene of in-between--jobs, family & addiction.
The shelter is nowhere to stay, but that’s where I leave him as
Winter’s sting comes through my shoes like venom.

The starter’s out in my car, but I’m in a loaner.
Somehow I feel a little bit older, if not wiser
watching designer kids with bags of pricey December as
Winter’s sting comes through my shoes like venom.

The shelter’s called The Road Home, but he’s from here.
Says he’s looking for a bus ticket to California.
Says the shelter’s warm, but it’s hard to sleep &
you’re out at 6 in the morning as
Winter’s sting comes through my shoes like venom.

Tell T-Rex I found the Teenage Dream
turned out on the street & burned out for Christmas.
It’s a skewed Nativity that bears this song & witness. [Chorus]
Every mother’s prodigal son is still with us.
Every mother’s prodigal son is still with us.

The Body Politic glides by indivisible & active.
The vice train seems to gain & wane, who froze the compass?
Have those in high places played the game of Accomplice as
Winter’s sting comes through my shoes like venom?

26 degrees & a Beatles tune hums through my wipers.
December begins this year with a tear & a shiver.
Marley’s ghost rattles old chains On the Road this evening as
Winter’s sting comes through my shoes like venom.

[Chorus]

Home for the Holidays
Home for the Holidays
Home for the Holidays
Home for the Holidays
Every mother’s prodigal son is still w/us.
Every mother’s prodigal son is still w/us.