Land of the free, land of the free In the land of the free I'm standing crying (oh oh oh oh) Can't wipe the wind-blown smile from across my face It's just the old man in me Washing his truck at the Sinclair station In the land of the free (ooh) His

Candles in the window Shadows painting the ceiling Gazing at the fire glow Feeling that gingerbread feeling Precious moments, special people Happy faces, I can see Somewhere in my memory Christmas joys all around me Living in my memory

And I, can't wait It's the thrill I feel my heart beat racing And I, can't wait, can't wait Cause these moments go ugly and get undone Can you roll down a window I just wanna feel the wind blow, in my face That's why I never wanna close my eyes Yeah, I

Candles in the window Shadows painting the ceiling Gazing at the fire glow Feeling that gingerbread feeling Precious moments, special people Happy faces, I can see Somewhere in my memory Christmas joys all around me Living in my memory

All that I can feel Should be happy to be loved Happy to be I think you're the one Everyone agrees Every time we get close And the wind on my face Last rays of the sun

On the streets of Philadelphia I was bruised and battered, I couldn't tell what I felt I was unrecognizable to myself Saw my reflection in a window and didn't know my own face Oh brother are you gonna leave me wastin' away I walked the avenue, 'til my