Waiting By The Satellites

I'm rewriting Christmas thoughts
And what things could be like
Chasing other peoples dreams
Until we enter the light

We call to brothers with our fear of flight
We count the moments till we're out of sight

Today, could be like any other day
Tonight, could be like any other night

So I'm waiting by the satellites
Hoping that the moon would call me back
These blankets are my fall
My hiding place from the dreaded cold Mondays
Take these tears to my house
The Kleenex is beneath us now
Dry your eyes; I am your surprise tonight

Today, could be like any other day
Tonight, could be like any other night
The joining of our eyes is so right

Tomorrow, we'll be on our way
To late afternoons firestorms

Today, could be like any other day
Tonight, could be like any other night
The joining of our eyes is so right

Tomorrow, we'll be on our way
Till late afternoon firestorms