Last night we had Thanksgiving, first week of December
Wasn't until the first that I got home from tour
The turkey wasn't ready until 9 PM or so
And I ate so much, I just laid on the couch to a tryptophan coma
The wind was still outside, the smell of turkey
And the sound of the wind, the cold temperature
Made me think of the "The Shining"
We almost watched it but I said, "Let's wait until Christmas time"
On Christmas, I religiously watch "The Shining"
Good nostalgia, I believe it's called
It makes me go back in time, makes me feel warm inside
But I've not been in the mood
To watch much of anything since I've been home
Except the Black Sabbath documentary that I fell asleep to
There's been so much, so much, so much on my mind
My brain is still foggy with jet lag and I've not unpacked my bags
Looking at them makes me think of the recent past
Opening my luggage makes me think of the tours
The airplanes, the dirty socks, the dirty T-shirts, and the ironing
But it also makes me think of the shows
That were sometimes spellbinding and other times soul-crushing
But they all blew together
Were they dreams or did they actually happen?
For three hours I'm heaven, I'm heaven or I'm in hell
And everyone's on trains and it's over
And I'm so happy to finally come home to you
To your love and your body and your warm heart
I wake up every two hours and think
"Where am I? What country is this? What city am I in?
Is this Paris? Is this Madrid? Or London, or Dublin, or Rome?
This hotel room looks so big," I think, "Where is the bathroom?"
I stumble around and touching the walls, then I awaken
Just a tad more realized I'm home
And the December air is so cold
I get back into bed and lay next to your warm beautiful body
I don't want to grow old
When I'm bed with you is when I'm most happy
And when you leave for work in the morning
I get separation anxiety
When you're beside me, you always calm me
You hear me out on all my worries
You help me make sense of everything
My God, last night on December 4th
You cooked me a turkey with mashed potatoes and stuffing
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you