Waking up in the back seat
Hear his keys put the engine to sleep
Hear his soft voice telling me
We're home
Too tired to move my feet
Feel the rush of the winter air
As he opens the door to carry
Me inside

Past icicles and Christmas lights
I felt warmth on frigid nights
When he'd sing me to sleep
Helping her bake the cookies
The sweet smell fills my nose
And she lets me lick the frosting
From the bowl

When he walks in the front door
I run to give him a taste
Of the special things that we made
So proud

Icicles and Christmas lights
I deal cards at least I try
From his lap
While everyone laughs
At a joke that I don't
Understand

Then it’s like all of a sudden
The intervening years saw everything change
Now he doesn’t sing me to sleep anymore
And she never asks me to bake

I wish so badly
As years pass
I could go back
And I refused to be happy
If this is how the world is going to be
No one's gonna see the real me.

These ideas come to me
And I just want to know
Why they seem to let go
When I need them the most

Christmas Eve when the tears roll down
The disappointment on her face
As he lectures me that I should appreciate
I’ve heard it all a million times
I guess it’s finally sinking in
And my head is starting to spin

Icicles and Christmas lights
Take me back to those warm nights
Now I know
Why they seem to let go
When It feels
Like I need them the most

It’s because I don’t
When I think that I need them the most
I can do it on my own
When I think that I need them the most
I can come and I can go
When I think that I need them the most
And now it looks like it’s time to go