Verse 1: Run It was December 24 on Hollis after the dark My man Santa saw a rabbi and gave the strangest remark He said that giving was his living and
in reverse. Bodies in the hurse. Now your lifes goin because we wanted you to die. Time to kiss your ass goodbye! Dont ask why. [Jamie Maddrox] It was Tuesday December
knowing that I'd see her made my spirit bright as June I'm freezing but I'm burning for the girl in Saskatoon South and West and following the cold December
a handstand Upside down, singin' "You're my magic man" Dick juiced her all in the face I was about to put on my pants but the bitch said wait (Wait) [
I've been waiting for you to come back since you left Minneapolis Snow covers the street lamps and the windowsills The buildings and the brittle crooked
day in late December How my eyes kept brimming over As we talked As we walked And standing there with outstretched arms He said to me, "You know I can't wait
A single rose left to remember As a single tear falls from her eye Another cold day in December A year from the day she said goodbye Seems it's only
Those nights we walk together I couldn't sleep Well I still remember what you wore now It was the cold december air the way the rain hit your hair but
hope, grows greater Trapped by pretty eyes and letters for all time The only thing that I've been waiting for I hope it's something worth the waiting
the life they were livin' Was openly bent, all they had was each other He brought her flowers, a flesh in the pan as she didn't reply And he waited
toasted life and beauty 'til his head began to spin He pressed his cheek On rainwashed streets And he wept into his gin Reincarnation And he came back as himself again December
was no manger? No wise men, no savior Just another day in December I'd be hopeless, oh, so hopeless But on that day with the Angels watching, creation waiting
say When I'm stranded, you help me find a way Standing in the rain, waiting for a train that will never come Want to store away, want to store away For December
hopeless selflessness The cold December Sun A cold that blisters The hands of a working man Wasted I'm waiting on the empty docks Watching the ships roll in I'm waiting
I'm waiting on the empty docks Watching the ships come in I'm waiting for the agony to stop Oh, let the happiness in I'm watching as the gulls all settle
to December But the days grow short When you reach September And the autumn weather Turns the leaves to gray And I haven't got time For the waiting
John Stewart/George Yanok (Spoken) I remember when I rode into town that morning in December of forty-eight. Oh, bitter cold. I had on my parka, my sheepskin
of winter Your name is the splinter inside me While I wait And I remember the sound Of your November downtown And I remember the truth A warm December