At Christmas time I miss the past
Will I ever feel at home like that?
That feeling I had wasn’t that long ago
Late December when the desert grows cold

We were all together under one roof
Those days I miss to tell the truth
The kids were young, no worries of health
In my prime, so sure of myself

The air was fresh, the house full of light
Upstairs we’d go when we said goodnight
I knew to leave would be so hard
The memories we’d made in the backyard

Life moves us on urging, pushing, insisting
It does no good that kicking and screaming
No matter how much you long for change
You wonder if you’ll ever feel at home that way again