Every year I think about coming back
Seems like so much more
Time goes by than that
Hard to believe it's all real time
I'm sorry I can't be there with everyone on Christmas
To help bring in wood for the fire
And carry a stack of warm plates
To the table where the goose is served
I got in damned trouble again
It's like every year I get in trouble at Christmas time
Is to where I expect in the rain and the darkness of November
Leaves me feeling lost and hopeless
So I went to a bar by myself to try and forget
That I had nothing and no one
And I got into a fight with a big loud jock
He left me counting stars on the floor
Every damn year is the same
I say I'll come home
Once I got a little more to show for myself
Than just getting in trouble
We were counting stars on the ski slopes
Wearing all our clothes up against winter's snap
Scampering up hell to steal a run
On the Mohawk toboggan
And later on we watched the hockey game
With beer and cigarettes
And finally we lay down to sleep
In the small beds of our childhood
Counting stars with the wavy gla**
Of the old storm windows
On the big, long, crazy
Mohawk toboggan