I'm in snowy Manhattan, December 22
Always hoped this would happen
But, to tell you the truth
I wish I was in Oxford
With the boys and a beer
But I'm spending Christmas eve alone this year

I've done Times Square at midnight
Went shopping on fifth
I crossed snow in New York off of my bucket list
But it's hard to be happy
When you're home and I'm here
Spending Christmas eve alone this year

And I can't tell if I lied when I said
That this was the best thing for me
Being away from my whole family and friends
To start half of my days with airport delays

And I know that I would've died to be here
If you asked me eight years ago
I'm writing music and selling out shows, I know
But I'd make it all disappear
To spend Christmas this year at home

Back to an empty hotel room
At least I can sleep
Waking up by myself's no fairy tale for me
And I know it could get worse than a music career
But I'm spending Christmas eve alone this year

And I can't tell if I lied when I said
That this was the best thing for me
Being away from my whole family and friends
To start half of my days with airport delays

And I know that I would've died to be here
If you asked me eight years ago
'Cause I'm writing music and selling out shows, I know
But I'd make it all disappear
To spend Christmas this year at home