David Mead - The Smile of Rachael Ray lyrics

Stranded here in Hartford, Christmas Eve The snow is falling on the planes Out on the runway As a man sings hallelujah Walking through the terminal My ear against the phone I left a message, "Hon, I'm sorry, kiss the boys It's getting hard just getting home" There's a line in Hudson News Through the shirts and souvenirs And I'm pushing through the fray There on the shelf of magazines Like a beacon on the bay Is the smile of Rachael Ray Sitting in the bar with Marguerite She weighs her pour and gives a wink "Hey, Merry Christmas sweetie pie You're looking tired, what'll it be?" And then she notices the recipe I'm reading And the smile of the chef who looks as perfect As a new homecoming queen Marguerite just taps the heels Of her tired and swollen feet She's a million miles away Where she could trade her sunken eyes And her dirty strands of gray For the smile of Rachael Ray Rachael's gonna show us how it's done In thirty minutes she'll be gone Rachael never changes, never ages, never hints that Anything could have ever gone wrong Pulling n the driveway, 3 am The kitchen lights left on again I grab a beer and check the tree But there's no presents underneath And up the stairs, a pair of empty little beds And by the clock she left a note Said "Hon, I'm sorry, but I think it's for the best And the snow is falling down by the blinking little lights Oh, the joy of Christmas Day Now may the season keep you warm May your memories never fade Like the smile of Rachael Ray