with a cigarette there on your lipsncanadian penny in your pocketnand the songs of the season in the air tonightnlike buzzardsnthe door keeps opening and closingnas you try to place a value on your loved onesnif you decide to ignore them it might make lifenso simplencould it be oh could all your dreams just up and disappear?ncould it be you won't get what you wanted this year?nwith a cigarette there on your lipsnyou only ever dream of going homenand the songs of the season get under your skinnlike a tapewormnnow the wind hits your face with a familiar stingnand it seems like the whole world is preparing to singnyou just keep saying nothing, it keeps you from sayingnthe wrong thingncould it be oh could all your dreams just up and disappear?ncould it be you won't get what you wanted this year?ncould it be oh could all your dreams just up and disappear?ncould be exactly like you fearednwith a cigarette there on your lipsncanadian penny in your pocketnand your dreams and your hopesnyour family and friendsnand the love you had planned to keep till the endni hope you get them all back for christmas...