Текст песни Christmas at Home - Tyrone Wells

Christmas trees, christmas lights
The joy is real in my heart tonight
I′m coming home to my family
Beautiful as it can be
Just in time for Christmas Eve
I'm driving down my childhood streets
Floaded by the memories
Old friends and running free
I′m coming out of the cold
I'm coming out of the cold
From the sidewalk I see the glory
Coming out of the cold
To Christmas at home
As a young man I flew away
To chase my dreams for a better day
It's funny how we passing time
Helps you realize
Mayby all I really need
Is behind that door waiting for me
All the sweets implissity
Of a loving family
I′m coming out of the cold
I′m coming out of the cold
From the sidewalk I see the glory
I'm coming out of the cold
I′m coming out of the cold
I'm coming out of the cold
From the sidewalk i feel the glory
Coming out of the cold
To Christmas at home
Christmas at home
I ring the doorbell and hold my breath
I′m so close now just one more step
In the arms of my family
Beautiful as it can be