Okkervil River - Listening to otis redding at home during christmas

^EHome is where beds are made and butter is added to ^Atoast On a c^Eold afternoon you can float room to room like a^A ghost Take the ^Ecreche out and argue about who gets to set up the ^Akings And I k^Enow that it is home because that is where the stereo ^Asings I have got ^Edreams, dreams to^A remember But n^Bot even h^Aome will be with you f^Eorever

I^Et's Christmas time and the plane flies me over white ^Ahills To a ^Etown in a dream where the sky, it is frozen and s^Atill And a r^Eoom that is not mine but it is just like I left it b^Aefore With the w^Eax from the candles all dusty and locks on the ^Adoor Where I ^Eheld you so t^Aenderly And w^Bhere in summer I ^Aopened your letter to ^Eme

Now I am st^Emanding whe^Dre we knee-led and a miracle ^Cmile now borde^C/Brs it But if I^Em turn my face to the field I do not even ^Cnotice ^C/Bit for a ^Asecond

There is a^E tangle of greenery where winter scenery ^Aends And I h^Eear that song sometimes and imagine us much more than f^Ariends Like if we ^Estayed in this town, bought the first house that went up on ^Asale And how ea^Ech Christmastime would bring in-laws and snow days and holiday m^Aail Your d^Ead says you are living in Georgia since last S^Aeptember Yeah well I have got d^Ereams, dreams to r^Aemember, I have got ^Edreams, dreams to r^Aemember I have got d^Ereams, dreams to rem^Aember, I have got d^Ereams, dreams to re^Amember Oh ^BSara, come back to New ^AHampshire we'll stay there ^Eforever