Listening To Otis Redding At Home During Christmas

[Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Verse 3] 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