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