story behind the song: Christmas Eve, warm, pouring rain and a back deck covered in plastic i could write on lol. And the muse. this is the result. oh and a bottle of merlot didn't hurt.
Lyrics
sitting on the back deck
filling up on merlot
listening as the wind wrecks
whatever's left of my soul
and i know i should be praying
and maybe the storm would cease
but i didn't think i would be writing
this on Christmas eve
the wind ripped off the plastic
and the rain came in
and in those droplets fantastic
left me dreaming of you again
and i know i should be praying
and maybe then i could really see
but i didn't think i would be writing
this on Christmas eve
a heavenly chorus
and all i see is you
never mind who is the walrus
i know who's still the fool
and i know i should be praying
and maybe find there's a real me
but i didn't think i would be writing
this on Christmas eve
