Grapevine Christmas Eve - 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 all climb that 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 homecoming

But often times the place you feel alone