Listening To Otis Redding At Home During Christmas

Home is where beds are made

And butter is added to toast

On a cold afternoon you can float

Room to room like a ghost

Take the crèche out and argue about

Who gets to set up the kings

And I know that it's home

Because that's where the stereo sings

I've got dreams

Dreams to remember

But not even home

Can be with you forever

It's Christmastime

And the plane flies me over white hills

To a town in a dream

Where the sky is frozen and still

And a room that's not mine

But it's just like I left it before

With the wax from the candles

All dusty and locks on the door

Where I held you

So tenderly

And where in summer

I opened your letter to me

I'm standing

Where we knelt and a miracle mile

Now borders it, but if

I turn my face to the field

I don't even notice it for a second

There's a tangle of greenery

Where winter scenery ends

And I hear that song sometimes

And imagine us much more than friends

Like if we stayed in this town

Bought the first house that

Went up on sale

And how each Christmastime

Would bring inlaws and snowdays and holiday mail

Your dad says

You're living in Georgia

Since last September

Well, I've got dreams

Dreams to remember

I've got dreams

Dreams to remember

Oh Sara, come back

To New Hampshire

We'll stay here forever