Paroles:
Simon Paul

From early in November to the last week of December I got money matters weighing me down Oh the music may be merry, but it's only temporary I know Santa

God and his only son Paid a courtesy call on Earth one Sunday morning Orange blossoms opened their fragrant lips Songbirds sang from the tips of cotton

Truth or lie, the silence is revealing An empty sky, a hidden mound of stone But the CAT scan's eye sees what the heart's concealing Now-a-days, when

Locked in a struggle for the right combination of words in a melody line I took a walk along the riverbank of my imagination Golden clouds were shuffling

I registered to vote today Felt like a fool Had to do it anyway Down at the high school Thing about the second line You know, felt like a fool? People

It's outrageous to line your pockets off the misery of the poor. Outrageous the crime some human beings must endure. It's a blessing to wash your face

Acts of kindness, like breadcrumbs in a fairytale forest Lead us past dangers as light melts the darkness But I don't believe, and I'm not consoled I

A pilgrim on a pilgrimmage Walked across the Brooklyn Bridge His sneakers torn In the hour when the homeless move their cardboard blankets And the new

Well I'll just skip the boring parts chapters one, two, three And get to the place where you can read my face and my biography Here I am, I'm eleven