The Night Before Thanksgiving Lyrics

It was the fourth Wednesday in November

And it felt like the Legion on railroad drive

Was turning into an unplanned class reunion

The snow hadn't started to fall yet

And it'd be another day before anyone turned on their Christmas lights

The purgatory of late autumn mixed well with this dull Minnesota town

The drinks I didn't need, and the people coming home that I wasn't prepared to see

It's hard to feel how fast time has passed

Until you see the faces on your graduating class

After they've added a few branches to the family tree

There's some teenagers at the bar trying to sneak a drink

And I can't help but think of how that used to be me

And every single beer I was drinking left me feeling left behind

Watch the prodigal sons out giving a tour of their former lives

While I'm just sitting here living out mine

I might be too old to run away

There's nobody trying to catch me anymore

There's no one trying to catch me anymore

I guess somewhere between the babies and the corporate jobs

Everyone just kind of stopped smoking out in parking lots

Cause the smoking section is empty except for me

And this used to be the best part of the party

Sure, I know these things will kill me

But I'd kill for a conversation that gives the world just two less strangers

But the smoking section is empty except for me

And Lord knows I can't hide outside forever

I light one up

Put it out

Say I'll quit

Light another

Put it out

Say I'll quit

One last time

Got another

She was holding a glass full of something she didn't have to hide anymore

And she'd grown out of the skin she used to have

She didn't seem phased by the time we won't get back

Asked how long I'll be staying in town

And something in her voice told me she knew I never made it out

We passed a flask back and forth as I walked her back past the cemetery

And as she headed towards her front door

We lingered both yearning for something more

Either from right now or from all the years before

We're old enough now to do whatever it is we want

Even if we won't

I'm still not sure what I'm supposed to be

But I know that tomorrow morning I'll be at my folks house for Thanksgiving

Aside from a few short years overseas

It's always felt like I've been two seconds too late to catch the last train out of here

But it's all just a cruel twist of fate

That any one of us aren't that one set of flowers out by the highway

All the worlds a stage and the lights just show your age

Thought we'd go out in blaze of glory before we finished our glory days

But there's something about your childhood bedroom

When you're going to sleep at thirty-two