Snow's falling soft on the county line
Radio's playing that same old time
I grip the wheel like it owes me something
Every mile feels like I'm still running
From the ghost of your laugh in the cold night
air From the way you looked with snow in your hair
I told myself I'd take the back way home Avoid the square,
just leave it alone
But muscle memory's crueler than me
It drags me straight down Evergreen Street
There's a tree,
still blazing white and red Yellow tape
should be wrapped around it instead
That's where you leaned in,
where I lost my mind Our first kiss frozen in those colored lights
Now every bump feels like evidence Of
a love that vanished without defense
Driving past the place we used to be It's
a crime scene Christmas without you and me
Couples pose for pictures where we once
stood Laughing like forever felt that good
I slow the truck,
let the engine idle Watch their joy like it's on trial
I'm the only one who knows what happened
here How a single kiss turned into a year
Then turned into silence,
turned into gone Now the lights keep shining but the magic's moved on
There's a tree,
still blazing white and red Feels
like forensics should be here instead
Marking the spot where my heart flatlined December 24th,
the scene of the crime
I still taste the peppermint on your
breath Still feel the moment love went cold
To the touch,
driving past the place we used to be
It's a crime scene Christmas and I'm the debris
Oh, oh
I should hate this town,
I should hate this night
I should hate the way those lights still fire
The dark like nothing ever went wrong
But I just sit here singing our old song
Under breath,
fogging up the glass Wishing I could put the moment in handcuffs
And lock it away so it can't hurt anymore But
the sentence is life on this same damn tour
There's a tree,
marking me in white and red
The only witness that never left
It's all the beginning,
it's all the fall It knows I'm guilty of loving you at all
One more slow drive by,
one more silent scream Merry Christmas to the ghost of my dream
Every year I'll pass this place it seems A
crime scene Christmas in the glow of the tree
Snow keeps falling,
covering the ground But it can bury the ache I found
I shift into drive,
let the headlights lead Past the scene of the crime on Christmas Eve