I ain't laughing
I didn't hear the joke anyway
I got my fingers on the windows

As the snow makes this a prison
Tomorrow will be Christmas day


I took you drinkin'
To say the things that I needed to say
You drank me under the table,

Like you always do
The radio just plays away


Chorus:
Those same old songs
every single year

We drink, we sing
And I forget the things that I need to hear


And we argue
As the snow seals us in for the night
You say 'Santa Claus is coming,

but I don't care what the sun says,
That's never gonna sound quite right'


And this ain't New Jersey
Father Christmas is coming to town
You throw your drink at my face

Throw that look in my direction
And the radio plays on and on


Chorus:
And those same old songs
every single year

We drink, we sing
on the state we're in
But it's Christmas my dear


And walking with the roads
As the barman grits his teeth

He's praying that the storm will ease up over London
Then he knows he shouldn't drive
He'd be sleeping in his car

That just ain't no good

The floorboards of the pub

Ain't just buckled with our love
'Cuz when we fight, I love you more
Like your favorite film

It's a wonderfull life
You've seen it a hundred times


But you don't get bored
You don't get bored
You don't get bored



Eleven thirty,

Christmas 'eve turning into Christmas day
I ask you how you're feeling
You answer "I'm aging and remember what I need to say"

Like Jimmy Steward in the film that you hold so dear

I may have had a bit to drink

I may have done some dumb things
But I'm glad the storm has trapped me here
With you



And walking with the roads

As the barman grits his teeth
He's praying that the storm will ease up over London
Then he knows he shouldn't drive

He'd be sleeping in his car
That just ain't no good


The floorboards of the pub
Ain't just buckled with our love
'Cuz when we fight I love you more
Like your favorite film
It's a wonderfull life

You've seen it a thousand times

But you don't get bored
You don't get bored
No, you don't get bored


Still those same old songs
fill the air
We drink, we sing
on the state we're in

If it leads to another year