He believed in the things
That he always thought he knew
And had done all the things

That he always wanted to do
Collecting
Each thing reflecting his worth

But now he pondered
How he had wandered this earth


For we all seem to give our lives away
Searching for things that we think we must own
Until on this evening

When the year is leaving
We all try to find our way home


He had time or at least then he
Always thought he did
And mistakes, well, he thought that time


Always would forgive
Each transgression

For his intention
Forgetting
Years he squandered

On things he now was regretting

For we all seem to give our lives away

Searching for things that we think we must own
Until on this evening
When the year is leaving

We all try to find our way home

For we all seem to give our lives away

Searching for things that we think we must own
But on this evening
When the year is leaving

I think I would be alright
If on this Christmas night
I could just find my way home


THERE IS SOMETHING ABOUT THIS NIGHT
THAT THE LORD HAS ARRANGED

THAT REACHES DEEP INTO OUR SOULS
AND CAUSES US TO WANT TO CHANGE


AND ANGELS KNOW THINGS ABOUT US
THAT NO ELSE CAN KNOW
AND THIS ANGEL'S HEART IT FORMED A PLAN

AND THEN CAUSED THE NIGHT TO SNOW