I'm sure it's warm out in southern california But back in New York they're lighting up the tree And they're selling dope outside the salvation army There might be hope next year for you and me People sleeping on the streets where the toy store used to be This could be love this could be hate could be a terrible mistake All that I know I'm not coming home this could be Christmas Back in the bronx the snowflakes fall on concrete In the old neighborhood, my baby's not waiting for me Watching old movies, eating chinese food delivery The lights are bright in dyker heights but not for me Policin' thieves singing carols out of key This could be love this could be hate Could be coincidence or fate All that I know, I'm not coming home This could be Christmas People sleeping on the streets where the toy store used to be This could be love this could be hate Could be coincidence or fate All that i know I'm not coming home this Christmas This could be love this could be war Could be over not quite sure All that I know I'm not coming home This could be Christmas All that I know I'm not coming home All that I know I'm not coming home All that I know I'm not coming home This Christmas