Twisted and turned on roads
Lit and burned as we watched every move that we make
And the time crept on slowly
Like miles per hour on your dashboard
As we look the same as we do every year
Red and green reflected lights from ear to ear
But I bet you take all the boys here
A baseball player's front lawn failures
We'll joke of a note inside his mailbox
It reads, Don't give up
Try hanging more lights from your rooftop
But our suggestions hardly ever work.
We twist and turn through sarcastic groans
While we've measured the weight of our days
With souls the size of dinner plates
But does he understand you like you need him to?
Which one of us two has really heard the truth?
I bet you take all the boy here
A baseball player's front lawn failures
We'll joke of a note inside his mailbox
I write, Don't give up
Try saving a night in December
But my suggestions hardly ever work
We hardly ever work
Save my side of the ten mile ride
Safe, sound, and silent tonight
Safe, sound, and silent's enough to prove me right