Lori Triplett - Coming Home Alone

Saturday morning, little half past 5:00
Put off packing for the long, long drive
Roads are all icy, homes lit up every night
But this just don't feel like Christmas time

Did all my wrapping early this year
No last minute shopping and no holiday cheer
Cause I can't fight this feeling, I'll just let it interfere
But this just don't feel like Christmas is here
No it just don't feel like Christmas is here

Well I already told my friends all about you
And my mom made up the bed in the guest room
And my dad thinks he can talk you into
Rooting for the Yanks, so I'm drawing a blank
Coulda swore I sent my wish list
But I guess I somehow missed it
Cause I'll be coming home for Christmas alone

All I got are polar bears kissing in my tacky snow globe
So I ain't in no hurry to get out of this robe
Can't take back all your presents or kiss you under mistletoe
So I just don't feel like coming home
No I just don't feel like coming home

I already told my friends all about you
And my mom made up the bed in the guest room
And my dad thinks he can talk you into
Rooting for the Yanks, so I'm drawing a blank
Coulda swore I sent my wish list
But I guess I somehow missed it
Cause I'll be coming home for Christmas alone

I'll be coming home alone
I'll be coming home for Christmas
I'll be coming home alone
I'll be coming home for Christmas

I already told my friends all about you
And my mom made up the bed in the guest room
All I'm left with now is another excuse
Of why I'm coming home alone again

Written by:
Lori Triplett

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