Cold White Christmas - Casiotone For The Painfully Alone

Cap & gown in purple & gold

You’re 22 years old & a woman now you’re told

Aunt Beth & Charlie cut a check for the graduating niece

& you marked your independence with a signature on a lease

But home was a photograph you taped to your wall

It’s gonna be a cold white Christmas in St Paul

Beer for breakfast who’s gonna scold

You’ve got your early hours dulled by the cigarettes you rolled

Second shift as a fry cook that’s your holiday in grease

& you trudge to work through the snow in a coat down to your knees

& you linger at the twinkle lights as you pass by the mall

& count the days to a cold white Christmas in St Paul

Feather down the nights get so cold

& you ignore the smell of mold as you smooth out the folds

When you’re on your own you’ve got no one to please

In a Minnesota city just as bare & as mean as the winter trees

But you’ll be damned if you’re the one making collect calls

On a cold white Christmas in St Paul

Yeah it’s a cold white Christmas in St Paul