The Rocket Summer - Grapevine Christmas Eve lyrics

Going home on Christmas Eve Flying over Grapevine as the older me Breathing in the memories The awkward nostalgia is straight wrecking me Later on They said Later on I'll get used to it My father said all along God has a sense of humor because I'm his son Coffee down on Grapevine Main Kids that weren't walking are talking now making me feel so strange Later on They said Later on I'll get used to it sponsored links Going back again feels different Going back again… We used to climb the city tower, now I'm tempted to go Tip top, better not, don't got sense in my head I can't stop it, I'll probably end up in jail Oh well. Downtown, it's snowing Christmas is coming Everybody needs to be at home Cold wind blowing A warm homecoming But oftentimes the place you feel alone