[Verse 1] Ill call my carrier pigeons home From a window where I stand alone Ill draw the blinds and fall asleep In an attic full of makebelieve Where carolers sing below With bells in the falling snow Their shadows against the white On streets of electric light At the bar Ill watch the news awhile Just to see the anchor woman smile On a stage Ill sing an Elvis song Just to hear the barmaids sing along Mirrors and razor blades Christmas eve parades A murder by mistletoe Drunks in the falling snow She left him by the night arcade And turned his heart into a spade He turned that lovely blue eyed Jane To a homicide on Campbell Lane Hearing the sirens croon In a familiar room Laying with last years love High as the moon above
sing, caroler, snow, barmaid, croon