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cap & gown in purple & gold |
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you're 22 years old & a woman now you're told |
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Aunt Beth & Charlie cut a check for the graduating niece |
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& you marked your independence with a signature on a lease |
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but home was a photograph you taped to your wall |
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it's gonna be a cold white Christmas in St Paul |
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beer for breakfast who's gonna scold |
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you've got your early hours dulled by the cigarettes you rolled |
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second shift as a fry cook that's your holiday in grease |
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& you trudge to work through the snow in a coat down to your knees |
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& you linger at the twinkle lights as you pass by the mall |
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& count the days to a cold white Christmas in St Paul |
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feather down the nights get so cold |
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& you ignore the smell of mold as you smooth out the folds |
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when you're on your own you've got no one to please |
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in a Minnesota city just as bare & as mean as the winter trees |
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but you'll be damned if you're the one making collect calls |
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on a cold white Christmas in St Paul |
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yeah it's a cold white Christmas in St Paul |
