Story Behind The Song
I like writing songs at Christmas because it's such a great family time.
Lost son finally coming home, because that's where he belongs.
||Country - General, Country - Traditional
|| Exultant, Ecstatic
|| Making Up, Making Up
||2000 and later
SANTA AND ME, WE'RE COMING HOME
On a bus that's finally going somewhere, I am sitting in the dark. All those lost years, all these last years, boy, I tell ya, they have left their mark.
Carols are playing, the driver's singing, and suddenly, I am not alone.
I know it's Christmas, it should be Christmas, and for this Christmas, I am coming home.
My mum is cooking, and all the kids are looking for Santa and me, to find our way home. Oh, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, we're coming home.
It's been so long, since I've seen them, my family, all my childhood friends. They'll be waiting, already celebrating, the lost son, and his journey's end.
As I stare now, into the distance, I see mistakes trailing on behind. When I blew it, the home I knew, I think I lost, the one thing I needed to find!
CHORUS and "HALLELUJAH" REFRAIN