I've been staring out the window for months.

I've been waiting for winter. I know how much you love it.
I know how Christmas makes you absently hum,
and the way you curl up at night with the polar express
next to the fire, sipping hot cocoa to your heart's content.

I've been waiting for the snow to fall.
Endlessly, magically,
draining the sadness from your soul again.

I've been waiting for the snow to fall,
and for you to fall for me.
For you to drain the sadness from my soul again.

I've been waiting for winter,
because to you it means second chances.
And that's all I'm wishing for this Christmas.

I've been staring out the window for months.
And no one bothered to say
Christmas has come and gone.
You're out of chances
and I'm out of luck.