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Listening To Otis Redding At Home During Christmas

Okkervil River

Home is where beds are made
And butter is added to toast
On a cold afternoon you can float
Room to room like a ghost
Take the crèche out and argue about
Who gets to set up the kings
And I know that it's home
Because that's where the stereo sings
I've got dreams
Dreams to remember
But not even home
Can be with you forever

It's Christmastime
And the plane flies me over white hills
To a town in a dream
Where the sky is frozen and still
And a room that's not mine
But it's just like I left it before
With the wax from the candles
All dusty and locks on the door
Where I held you
So tenderly
And where in summer
I opened your letter to me

I'm standing
Where we knelt and a miracle mile
Now borders it, but if
I turn my face to the field
I don't even notice it for a second

There's a tangle of greenery
Where winter scenery ends
And I hear that song sometimes
And imagine us much more than friends
Like if we stayed in this town
Bought the first house that
Went up on sale
And how each Christmastime
Would bring inlaws and snowdays and holiday mail
Your dad says
You're living in Georgia
Since last September

Well, I've got dreams
Dreams to remember
I've got dreams
Dreams to remember

Oh Sara, come back
To New Hampshire
We'll stay here forever

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