There's a boy lying awake on Christmas Eve
Listening for ol' St. Nick as he counts his sheep
And somewhere there's a man lying awake in his prison cell
Reading letters addressed to daddy that came in the mail
Oh they both pray for morning but for far different reasons
One is opening his presents while the other's watching seasons
As they change outside if these prison walls
He's been talking to God a lot more these days
He's worried about his soul
There's a girl taking her time walking down the street
You'd think she had no place to be the way she shuffles her feet
But she's in no hurry to get back to that place
To be bruised and beaten in the home where she was raised
And even though it's Christmas, that don't give her too much comfort
That just means that he'll be drinking that much more before he hurts her
And this house smells just like cigarettes all year round
Once she gets away she'll never come back home
Until they put him in the ground
But this is the season to be jolly fa la la la la la la
And there's carolers in the town
And I'll hold your hand on this cold winter night
I'll make you feel better if I can