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 creche out and argue about who gets to set up the kings

And I know that it is home because that is where the stereo sings

I have got dreams, dreams to remember

But not even home will be with you forever

It is Christmastime and the plane flies me over white hills

To a town in a dream where the sky, it is frozen and still

And a room that is not mine but it is 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

Now I am standing where we knee-led and a miracle mile now borders it

But if I turn my face to the field I do not even notice it for a second

There is 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 in-laws and snow days and holiday mail

Your dad says you are living in Georgia since last September

Yeah well I have got dreams, dreams to remember, I have got dreams,

dreams to remember

I have got dreams, dreams to remember, I have got dreams, dreams to remember

Oh Sara, come back to New Hampshire we will stay there forever