Frontier Ruckus - Driving Home, Christmas Eve lyrics

The churchyard is frozen The Salvation Army is closing Your child is dozing asleep In the backseat The radio purrs The heater is sweeter than when your heart was hers Going home I can't get sleep Bethlehem is a flock of sheep With no shepherd to cling to An angel to sing to Magi to bring you myrrh The radio purrs A mansion of saviors I-75 is a dark roadway lined With the wild electricity of the Animal behaviors The bodies of young deer The fam'ly it leads to The sacrifice needs to not mar The bright beacon star No vacancy taken The landscape is bone-chalk yet wet with vibrations From the lamp-lit gas stations Our few constellations To course lapping anger onto A manger of patience I'll see you at morning The sterile air coming From the yard will come white light The memory of last night The sickness and thickness of the Christmas glow swarming