Please come home for Christmas Sure as the stars shine above Oh this is Christmas, yes Christmas my dear The time of year to be with the ones you love Then won't you tell me you'll never more roam Christmas and new Years will find you home Because it's

Let me love the lonely out of you Let me love the pain you're going through I think I'll save myself by saving you You laugh at all the jokes Even the ones you know Funny I'm doing that, too I love the crowded room The one string that's out of tune Trust

If you feel you lost And on your own And far from home You're never alone you know Just think of your friends The ones who care They all will be waiting there With love to share And your heart will lead you home

Our love comes back in the middle of the night You know how we've grown And how they catch our every turn Everyone's arrived here I see the pictures of everyone And they truly got it But it's your image burned into my mind And again I find That it's

Just ask the lonely, oh Oh, don't pray for love Oh, say love Pray for who lost they fate, and died too young Pray for the ones I hate, the ones I love Pray for my liver when I'm off, in this club I pray that the, demons go away, they hauntin' us Man I

(Better save the women and children first) Or could this be love? You know that magic often does And I see lonely ships upon the water Sail away with someone's daughter Yea, yea, one, two, one, two, three, four Out upon the islands on a cool summer night

All that I found was two tombstones Somebody tell me, please, was I right or wrong? Lord, it's such a sad song At first I got lost, then I got found But the ones that I loved were in the ground Like a restless leaf in the autumn breeze, Once, I was a

Flowers for the ones you loved Flowers for the lost at sea In her mourning In her grave Don't you miss the way That she brushed her heavy hair Oh la la la la la Acid burned face clowny tear smile She's the one who made you wild

You make it easy to see High ball shooter You sure ripped the low ones off me You´re a high ball shooter Well I´m a rock and roll preacher Not a Sunday school teacher You ain´t no shady lady But I love the way you strut your stuff You´re a snow queen

You can bet your last two dollars There ain't no tens All them flaws Scars or tattoos that went rotten Ones you came with or you caused them We all got flaws Flaws, everybody's got 'em The woman that I love, she's purer than a dove I know her best than