Jimmy Stanley - Christmas Hymn Lyrics

I knew a version of love
But I'm so sick of singing 'bout that stuff
I came home for Christmas last night
But the home which I speak of has died
I see good intentions on faces
In voices
I shake hands like the president
My god don't you get it yet
I'm in a cold room with shame
Wishing I had done differently
I'm just a face and a name
And a myth that I work toward
And I dare to come here again
Knowing well I'd be rightfully received
Risking that I'd be condemned
For the things that made up what I hope only used to be me
Oh how can I how can I be
As glad as the lights on the tree
When this is my somewhere to be
And all I can get out of it is this need
When home is a memory of people not places
My bedroom is cold and I'm seeing their faces
So lodged in the past like a quick timid cat
And I reach but she's fleeting and fast
And I can't catch up with that