Every year round Christmas I grow vacant I grow mute
And though Ive met my conscience I have yet to feel renewed
They say the world is spinning and the mood is one of hope
Still I keep waiting for the punch line to this joke
For if Jesus came today who would not betray
And the star of another memory fades
Silver spoons and gold balloons will never break the chain
When what we take from history is pride instead of shame
You reveal your poverty and I reveal my wealth
But to the sky above us our lives are parallel
Yet we have both become two instead of one
And we drink our wine in allegiance to the kingdom
Jesus is a yardstick nothing more, until we find him washed upon our shore
Every year round Christmas I go out and buy a tree
Take it home and light it up and thank my destiny
But if the world outside explodes and crashes through my walls
I may try to build them again but know theyre bound to fall
And if Jesus came today who would not betray
And the stars of a thousand memories fade
