Christmas, on the run

Hey has anybody seen Eddie lately?
I haven’t seen him since the weather turned cold
He had just found a couple of coats for his daughters–
He said they were five and six years old

He’d said he might hop a freight back toward Memphis
Get them in school, find work, cut his hair
He knows in his sleep the best spots on the mighty river
Craves the power of it; loves the air

Merry Christmas everybody
Merry Christmas everyone
Merry Chrismas to you squirrels and pigeons
Merry Christmas on the run

He believes his older sister is still in Utah
He’d give anything to see her again
Been fifteen years since he left the foster home at fourteen
With his dreams, a compass and a gun

Had never believed the stupid story of Santa
Nor the one about a mom and dad
He’s mute regarding trust and love; agnostic
But has a hundred definitions of sad

Christmas Eve, out beyond, in the random
Under bridges, or in the open air
Edges of trainyards, beyond the watchmen
Vacant houses, park benches, city squares

Merry Christmas everybody
Merry Christmas everyone
Merry Chrismas to you stray cats and dogs
Merry Christmas, you gypsies on the run

Merry Christmas to the the scared, the broken, and the lonely
Merry Christmas to the trees, the clouds and the sun
Merry Christmas everybody
Merry Christmas everyone

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2 thoughts on “Christmas, on the run

  1. That brought a tear to my eye. Nice stuff. Talking of gypsies on the run, I happened to be listening to Dexy’s at the time – reminded me of the lyrics to “I’ll show you”.

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