It's cold outside, hand me the phone
I've never had to make this call before
Never underestemate the power of feeling grown
And mom is on the other line crying, "come back home"
"Your father's doing fine, he's happy you called
Your brother's raising cain, but he's getting so tall
He looks more like you everyday, it's crazy how life goes
He sends his best and hopes you come back, come back home."
Mom, I think I met someone, I think this might be it
She's not like anyone I've ever been with
And life gets stranger everyday
I miss you more than I can say
I think next Christmas break we'll come back, come back home.
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