I wrote this new song recently, about something I imagine is often felt but rarely talked about. For me, the days following Christmas are easily some of the loneliest of the year. The holidays can offer a short reprieve to return to a different, fleeting time. But when they’re over, driving back after Christmas is usually when other feelings set in, especially these last few years I left home. Nostalgia is just nostalgia. Some things only exist in the past. Parents still get older, and siblings still live hundreds of miles away. It’s a sharp reminder that time only moves forward. “The happiest time of the year” seems to always be followed by a particularly yearning-heavy strain of loneliness, and I doubt it’s a coincidence that this song came out of me during a particularly tough year when so many of us are experiencing an especially lonely holiday season.
I greatly appreciate Willie Scoggins, who produced this with short notice, and Tatiana Renée who once again did the cover art. Thanks for listening!
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DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS DRIVING HOME

You asked "how's the drive coming down,"
"Well not much to see.
Oh you know these roads,
It's just cornfields and trees."
And we watched the old VHS playing on the TV, You're looking less and less like you,
I'm looking less and less like me,
And that's all I could think of as it snowed,
On the day after Christmas driving home.

You're thinking you may sell the house,
At least start the bid,
Gotta sort through all the stuff,
Don't know where to begin,
Then we found the old Kodak packs,
Flipped through where we've been,
But this right here is now,
And all of that was then,
If I had a second chance I'd take it slow,
Cause here's the day after Christmas driving home.

Well the day sure came and went,
It can't be that late yet,
We're all sleep-deprived,
And we're all over-fed,
Up the stairs I pulled down the sheets,
On my childhood bed,
Knowing there's more laying behind,
Then there is up ahead,
And tomorrow when I rise I have to go,
On the day after Christmas driving home.

And tomorrow when I rise I have to go,
On the day after Christmas driving home.