Here's the steeple, pull the doors, see the dearth of people
The parson's on the stairs and you have caught him unawares
About to offer up his prayers
Late December, in a church where he's the only member
He doesn't feel alone, you know he knows your ringback tone
And now he's got you on the phone
Happy new year, happy new year baby
It's like a holiday, and you're a thousand miles away