Where you been goin' on Christmas and New Years'?
You been leavin' this place so suddenly
I don't think I can even tell you
What it feels like now you've been shakin' up another tree.
Them leaves come a'tumblin' under yellow moons
'Til the snow comes.
Sometimes I think the snow must come from you,
Your only concession to this bunch o' rooms.
Full ain't comin', it's goin',
More and more every year.
There's nothin' left here but my self
And that don't do much for me.
I put up the tree.
I took down the tree.
I put up the lights.
I took down the lights.
Everything changes 'cept that you ain't here.
When the New Year comes, at the stroke of midnight,
I believe that the condition you're in will be the condition you'll stay in
For the next year.
Looks like you'll be gone again...
And this time for a lot longer.
See you around, brother. See you around.