Grapevine Christmas Eve Songtext
von The Rocket Summer

Going home on Christmas eve
Flying over Grapevine as the older me
Breathing in the memories
The awkward nostalgia is straight wrecking me

Later on
They said,
Later on
I′ll get
Used to it

My father said all along
God has a sense of humor because I'm his son
Coffee down on Grapevine main
Kids that weren′t walking are talking now
Making me feel so strange

Later on
They said,
Later on
I'll get
Used to it


Going back again
Feels different
Going back again
We used to climb the city tower
Now I'm tempted to go
Tip-top, better not
Don′t got sense in my head
I can′t stop it, I'll probably end up in jail
(Oh, well)

Downtown it′s snowing
Christmas is coming
Everybody needs to be at home
Cold wind blowing
A warm home-coming
But oftentimes the place you feel alone

Downtown it's snowing
Christmas is coming
Everybody needs to be at home
Cold wind blowing
A warm home-coming
But oftentimes the place you feel alone