Lyric

December's here, looking back on the year

Emails buried in the dust and the fear

Polishing the doors of the same old routine

Feeling like my home is a place I've never been

My voice is dry, my heart is cold

Living a story that’s already been told

But the bells are ringing, taking me back

On the iron rails, on the winter track

I’m finding the place where my spirit can breathe

Leaving the city and the lies I weave

December cheer, loud and clear

Finding my home at the end of the year

Sparse platform and a morning light

Heading for the past, out of the night

My voice is alive, my feet are fast

Touching the air of the days that passed

Morning and night, they resonate deep

Waking the dreams that I used to keep

To the road I’ve walked, to the life I’ve made

A little bit of magic that’ll never fade

December

Home at last